When Suffering Knocks

Pause, beloved.

Be still.

This, too, is God at your door.

Place a hand upon your heart,

feel the pulse of the One who breathes you.

Whisper: God I offer up this pain, this struggle, to your infinite light.

Behind the noise, the swirl, the tension, there is a great Light —the sun is always behind every storm.

You do not have to find it; it has never left you.

Place the ache, the fear, the heaviness, the conflict, back into the hands of the Infinite.

They need not change.

They need only be held.

Breathe…

With each breath in, draw the Light into your heart.

With each breath out, let it melt into the pain, let it infuse every cell,

softening the edges,

filling every dense shadow.

Rest here.

Even one heartbeat in this love is enough to carry you home.