Let the screaming soul be held

The afternoon is long, and the mask you wear to keep moving feels heavier than the work itself. You smile at the right moments, you nod when others speak of hope, but inside, your soul is screaming against the silence.

It is exhausting to perform a peace you do not feel, to act as though the light is bright when you are stumbling in the gray. Yet the light does not require your performance to remain real.

There is a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off, covered in the dust of his failure, and he did not wait for the speech or the cleanup — he ran. That same love is not impressed by your composure; it is drawn to your exhaustion.

You do not have to hold the faith together for God to hold you. The screaming soul is not a sign of abandonment, but the very place where the truth is breaking through the lie.

Stop pretending the storm isn't raging, and let the One who walks on water meet you in the sinking.