Thursday Apr 9th, 2026
When I Forget What Holds Me
There are days when my faith feels quiet, almost like it has stepped back a bit. Not gone, just harder to notice beneath the weight of the day. I find myself wondering if I am doing enough, believing enough, holding on tightly enough. And then, in a gentler moment, I remember that my life with God has never depended on the strength of my grip, but on the faithfulness that holds me. Even in the quiet, even in the uncertainty, I am not alone. I have never been.
