

You still believe, but it feels like heaven went silent. You pray and your words fall flat. You worship, yet your heart feels far away. And the hardest question keeps haunting you: "God, where were You when this happened to me?"

Sis, I've been where you are. I know what it feels like to carry a smile on the outside while something heavy sits on the inside. I know what it feels like to show up for everyone else while quietly wondering if God still sees you. I know what it feels like to have a story that feels too messy, too broken, or too complicated to share out loud.