A LETTER FROM GOD TO THE ONE WHO CRIES
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My beloved child,
I see you.
I know you’re tired.
I know you don’t even know anymore whether you’re sad -or just exhausted.
I know you’ve smiled so many times so no one would notice the quiet ache inside you.
I see every tear and not one has fallen in vain.
Each one has landed on My hands.
I keep them.
I know you thought you had to be strong.
That everything had to stay together.
But no, My child ,strength isn’t never breaking.
It’s coming back to Me every time you do.
I didn’t create you to be perfect.
I created you to be real.
To love, to fall, to rise again.
Because every time you return to Me, it’s a holy miracle.
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When you cry, I don’t look away.
I don’t wait for you to “get better.”
I sit beside you in the chaos,
and I don’t speak because sometimes words are too small for the pain you carry.
My silence isn’t emptiness.
It’s an embrace that doesn’t need sound.
I am here breath by breath, heartbeat by heartbeat.
I know you keep asking “Why?”
Why you? Why again? Why now?
But, My child life isn’t punishing you.
It’s shaping you.
Every wound becomes a window for the light to enter.
And while you think you’re breaking apart,
you’re actually becoming transparent to Love.
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You don’t need to prove your faith to Me.
You don’t need perfect prayers.
Just whisper, “God, I’m here.”
And I will answer, “I know. And I’m here too.”
And when your tears finally dry,
don’t hide your scars.
They are the map of your return home , proof that you survived, and that you were loved through it all.
Because, My child,
you are not alone.
You are not forgotten.
You are not lost.
I am here.
In your silence.
In your breath.
In your tears.
And I’m not going anywhere.
Your tears are a prayer,
and your weariness ,an invitation for Me to give you rest.
Do not fear your vulnerability.
It’s where I find you most easily.
I love you - not because you are strong,
but because you are Mine.
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