Hey Jesus,
Some days, language crumbles beneath the weight of what I feel —
and it makes me wonder if Your love could gather the pieces and speak for me.
Today feels dry.
I sit in Casualty, fidgeting,
eyes tracing quiet stories on strangers’ faces.
And I wonder —
do I really belong here?
I know I belong to You… but do I really know it?
Because I still search. I still wonder —
Where do I fit?
How should I carry myself?
And when life gets hazy… how do I even begin to pray?
But then —
A voice from a podcast I am listening to, soothes the noise.
The quiet moment I steal alone feels like an embrace.
A shared laugh with a familiar colleague gives me light.
And somehow, lunchtime becomes a small thing I look forward to.
It’s in these quiet, almost ordinary moments that I’m held.
They keep me from drifting too deep into my thoughts —
because they still trouble me,
even when I cannot write them all down.
But You know them.
You always do.
And still —
You stay.
You love.
You wait with arms wide, even for my uncertain self.
It adds to the mystery —
how You love without measure.
And somehow, it makes me long for the next time I sit with You again,
in the quiet,
in the ache,
in a love I never earned,
but one that is changing me.
And honestly… I’m beginning to cherish it.
Love,
Sonia Kabare♥️