Living in a world full of faces pretending to be okay, we smile through the pain because it seems easier that way. Or is it really? Maybe you’re just afraid that if you opened your mouth, no one would listen anyway. So silence becomes your best friend, even though the pain never ends.
Inside, you’re dying—growing angry and cold—because it feels like no one sees or cares about the weight crushing your soul. You hide behind a mask, showing up like you’re strong, but behind closed doors you cry and break when you’re alone. Somehow pride and silence always win, so you never ask for help. In your mind you keep saying, “I got this. I don’t need family or friends.”
But it’s in that very moment—when you believe it’s only you— that you hear His voice and realize it’s never just been you. A whisper that says, “I know every right and wrong you’ve done, and I still choose you.” A voice that quiets the noise in the middle of your storm.
The voice of your perfect and faithful Father, who has been waiting for you with open arms. The One who gave His Son so you could be saved, so He could clean up your mess and make your crooked path straight. A voice that sets you free so you no longer have to live caged.
By, Artanisa I.