Finding God in Everyday Moments

I never realized how loud silence was… <break time="1.0s" /> until the house started answering

me back. After Naomi passed… <break time="1.0s" /> this place forgot how to breathe. Every chair still

held her shape. Every mug still remembered her touch. And every room echoed with things that

weren’t there anymore. One afternoon, looking for an old photo, I found a shoebox…

tucked behind winter coats. Inside… <break time="1.0s" /> were letters. Not hers.

Mine. Small hands. Big words. Written to a God I thought I outgrew.

Dear God… Please help Mama don’t cry today. I used to talk to Him

like He was sitting right beside me. So I tried again. Not because I had faith…