God in the Shadows

There are seasons, when the heart grows quiet, not peaceful.

But hollow. Where shadows linger, like unspoken questions, and the soul aches

without language. I try to outrun the darkness. Bury the ache beneath the smile.

But the night has a way of revealing what the day

hides. Yet I learned something there, that God walks softly

in shadowed places. He does not shout into my fear, He breathes into

it. His presence is felt not in thunder, but in the

steadying of breath. The lifting of the chin. The warmth that enters when we