He Reads Every Word You Type

The cursor blinks in the silence you already know is coming. You are typing words into a void, crafting a message for ears that have gone quiet.

It feels like shouting into a well and hearing no echo, only your own voice returning, distorted and thin. But the light sees what is written in secret.

It sees the tears that fall on the keyboard and the love that refuses to let go, even when the other side has stopped listening. You do not need their reply to be held.

The Father who sees in secret is reading every word you type, and He is not silent. He is here, in the room, witnessing the ache of your unsent love.

The message may never reach them, but it has already reached the One who counts every tear before it falls. You are not talking to the darkness; you are being heard by the Light.