Divine Love…

I once believed that gratitude was meant to be spoken aloud… that I had to pray, to kneel, to offer thanks with words that could reach Heaven. But then, on a quiet Sunday, while writing, just writing, honestly, without filters or formality, I told someone,

“He knows. He lives within me as I live within Him. I do not need to say it.
He feels my gratitude, my love…”
And in that moment… something happened.

A presence.

Something vast and holy swelled in my chest, so immense it felt as if my mortal frame could barely contain it. My hands trembled. My breath shortened. My body shook under the weight of what can only be called divine love… a love so pure, so boundless, I broke open in tears. Not from pain, but from the sheer magnitude of being seen, known, and cherished by something far beyond this world.

No human word could ever cradle what I felt that day.

But if I were to try… I would say:

He answered me without speaking. He showed me that my silence was heard. And that the love I carry for Him, quiet, unspoken, hidden deep… it was always enough!