I SEEK AN ANSWER

  I Seek an Answer...

I seek an answer.

Not the kind that appears instantly when you type your question into a search bar,

but the quiet one that comes when everything else goes silent ,

when the heart stops shouting and the soul finally speaks.

How many times have I tried to find answers in people?

In their words, their approval, their fleeting embraces.

But the more I search outside myself, the more I realize that the real answer is within ,

in that sacred space between breath and silence, between pain and peace.

Sometimes, God is silent.

And that silence can be the loudest answer of all.

Because not every silence is emptiness , some silences are holy.

“Be still, and know that I am God.” (Psalm 46:10)

How many times did I have to stop and be still before I could finally hear His whisper?

God doesn’t always speak in words.

Sometimes He speaks through events, people, losses, waiting ,

through what I don’t understand, but what ultimately shapes me.

I remember the moment when everything I thought was solid fell apart.

Instead of searching for someone to blame, I began searching for meaning.

And I realized  maybe the point isn’t to find the answer,

but to become the kind of person who can receive it.

Because the answer doesn’t come when I demand it.

It comes when I’m ready.

“Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation,

by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.

And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding,

will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 4:6–7)

I’ve heard those words so many times 

but it wasn’t until I felt real chaos that I understood them.

The peace of God is not the absence of problems;

it’s the presence of purpose in the middle of them.

Philosophers say that the search for answers is what makes us human 

that the question matters more than the solution.

But I think it’s deeper than that:

in every question, we are really reaching for Eternity,

for the One who knows why before we even ask how.

Even now, as I write this, I don’t have all the answers.

But I no longer search the way I used to  restless, doubtful, impatient.

Now I search with faith.

Because I’ve learned that every question placed before God

stops being a burden and becomes a path.

And every path that passes through Him  leads home.

Maybe that was the only answer I ever needed to hear.

 “For everyone who asks receives;

the one who seeks finds;

and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.”  Matthew 7:8

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