God…
…when the storms came, when the world fell inward and my breath turned to prayers I didn’t know how to finish, I looked behind me and saw only one set of footprints in the sand. And something in me shattered.
Was I not worth staying for?
Look at my tears!
Where were You, when I collapsed beneath the weight of it all? Where were You, when the night felt endless and my soul forgot how to shine?
And in the stillness that followed… not an answer with thunder… but with a deeply caring whisper that pierced deeper than any sound.
“I was there. I was the silence. I was the strength you thought was yours. I was the arms that never let go, when you cursed the heavens and still kept walking.”
And suddenly, I understood… the footprints in the sand were never mine. They were His.
He didn’t walk beside me, because…
He carried me!
