I built a house
from things I thought I knew —
words, stories, prayers.

I spoke them,
desperate for them to hold me,
to shield me from the shadows.
But sometimes,
what comes
is silence.

And in that silence,
something stirs.
Not a voice,
not an answer —
just the sense
that I’m not alone
in this place of longing.

I used to believe
faith was something to get right.
Now I see it
as a place to rest,
a space where questions breathe
and answers wait.

I don’t ask for certainty anymore.
I ask for room to feel the ache,
to let it sit,
and to trust
that the morning will come.

#abdlent #ANPC