The Ember Glows Even When Cold

The day is done, and the silence in this room feels heavy enough to crush you. You say your prayers, you speak the words you've always spoken, but they bounce off the ceiling and land back in your lap, hollow and dry.

It feels like you are pretending, like your faith is a costume you wear because you're afraid of who you might be without it. But listen — the light does not depend on your feelings to exist.

The sun does not stop shining just because you close your eyes. There is a truth that lives in you regardless of whether you can feel it tonight.

You are not defined by the temperature of your heart, but by the presence that holds you even when you are numb. The gathering dark cannot extinguish what you cannot sense.

Your faith is not the fire you try to start; it is the ember that glows even when you think it has gone cold.