The words
I know there are moments when you wonder if I have left you. You pray, but you hear nothing. You look for me, but you cannot feel me.
When you feel forgotten, I remind you that you are seen. I see the tears you hide. I see the battles you never speak about. I have not forgotten you.
And when you feel unheard, I remind you: I am listening — to every whispered word, even the prayers you cannot find the strength to say.
You are not alone. I am still here.
A verse to hold on to
“Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee.”
Isaiah 49:15 (KJV)