God is always carrying you.
Sometimes I forget that God isn’t just watching from a distance. He’s holding me. In the grief. In the fear. In the uncertainty. In the moments I feel completely alone. He’s there. Not fixing it immediately. Not making it easy. But holding me. Carrying what I can’t.
Sitting with me in the pain. Reminding me that I’m not abandoned. That I’m not forgotten. That I’m not doing this alone. And that’s what I need. Not answers. Not explanations. Just the assurance that he is here. And that he is not leaving.
That is enough.



