The quiet of 2025.

Reflecting over the year—

When the circumstance didn’t match the promise. When even after the surrender, the heaviness stayed.

The secret struggle and self doubt, even after a days of encouragement—there it was, a tug of war. The pull and tension between emotion and truth. With the knowing and the unknown—a wonder of weakness in the midst of being so strong. 

An altar I built, where all that I’ve worshipped lay wrapped in a worship to Him—

The intimate quiet of 2025.

It leaving me no choice but to listen. To remember the ache, its pain, interwoven with the joy in living.

An invitation over a hot cup of coffee. Its warmth providing comfort, all while being stirred with exhaustion, and sipped with a small desire to hope; still.