Held in Love Beyond the Silence

The screen glows in the gathering dark, a small rectangle holding all your hope and all your fear. You refresh the inbox just to see the timestamp, watching the minutes stretch while the message remains unopened, a sealed door you cannot knock on yet.

The waiting feels like drowning, like the silence is a verdict you have already received. But listen — the One who sees what is done in secret sees you right now, trembling over a glowing screen.

He knows the ache of waiting for a word that has not come. Your worth is not determined by when they reply, or if they reply.

You are held in a love that does not check timestamps. The silence is not empty; it is full of a Presence that refuses to leave you alone in the dark.