Thank you for subscribing-may these words bring a quiet moment of peace and reflection to your day.

Backstory:
Over the past several years of living with an autoimmune disease, there have been days when I have felt like I was standing alone in a vast canyon-my prayers rising upward and my questions echoing back to me. When pain lingers and strength feels thin, it’s easy to wonder if anyone truly understands. But slowly, in the stillness, I began to notice something. After I cried out to my Father in Heaven, something would return. Not always healing. Not always immediate answers. But peace and strength for the next breath. A quiet reminder that I was known. It felt like an echo. And I began to realize that an echo only comes when something is there to receive the sound. Maybe I was never calling into emptiness after all. Maybe heaven has never left me.

The Echo of Home

Oh my Beloved Father in Heaven,
Some days it’s hard to feel you near and I question.
The pain inside me is more than I can bear,
But in the stillness of the canyon, you are there.

When I cry out to You for relief,
You echo back love to help my unbelief.
Though my eyes cannot physically see,
I feel Your presence reaching for me.

I know I lived with You before my birth,
Help me remember my Divine Worth.
You have never left me to walk alone,
Even when the path feels unknown.

Please hold me close so I might see 
The blessings You have given me. 
And through the weight of my hardest days, 
Please help my heart to sing Your praise.

In the canyon of my trouble and fear,
Let the echo of love make my doubts disappear. 
I know You love me more than I can say, 
And You will never leave me, come what may.

The Takeaway: When we feel alone and our prayers seem to disappear into silence, we may just need to become still enough to listen. God’s love does not always shout. Often it returns softly-in peace, in endurance, in remembered truth. The pause between our cry and His comfort is not absence; it is the sacred space where faith grows. If you can hear even the faintest return of hope, it means you were heard. You left heaven to come here. But heaven has never left you.