If you asked me about being the first daughter, I would tell you that I am respected by my siblings, my parents love me, and it's a blessing and that I wouldn't trade for anything. But on a deeper level, I would say....
You’re still seen.
You’re still held.
And one day, the silence will break...
but until then, you can rest in knowing
that even in your quietest moments,
He has not left.
There are mornings I wake up and can’t pray.
Not because I don’t want to
but because the words feel stuck somewhere between my chest and my throat.
And I sit there, staring at the ceiling,
wondering if God is staring back.
So if your mornings are wordless,
if your nights ache with unanswered questions,
if you feel like your prayers are stuck inside you..
you’re not alone.