🌷 Part 3: Dear Faith, Thank You for Staying

Through rugged boughs, the gentle splendor of autumn whispers, revealing beauty beyond the rough

Dear Faith,

You never left me — not really.

Even when I slammed the door and stopped talking to you.

Even when I rolled my eyes at words like trust and divine timing.

Even when my prayers turned into silence and my silence turned into surrender.

You were still there — sitting softly in the corners of my chaos.

You didn’t shout. You just waited.

You waited for me to stop trying to carry everything on my own.

I used to think faith was supposed to feel loud — like lightning bolts, choirs, and certainty.

But now I know better.

Sometimes, faith is the whisper that says, “Try again tomorrow.”

It’s the gentle pull to get out of bed, brush your teeth, and choose life — even when your heart is heavy.

🕯️ The Quiet Kind

You showed up when I least deserved it.

In the hospital when I felt nothing.

In my son’s words on the whiteboard —Faith over doubt.

In the sunsets I almost didn’t notice because I was too busy worrying about what came next.

You weren’t loud or flashy.

You were patient.

You were kind.

You were everything I thought I had to earn — but you were mine all along.

You reminded me that faith doesn’t require perfect belief; it just asks for a heartbeat willing to keep showing up.

🌤️ I Tried to Replace You

For a while, I looked for you in people — in relationships, in advice, in validation.

But no one held me the way you did.

No one spoke peace into me the way you could with just one breath.

I thought I’d lost you when life got heavy, but really, you were teaching me that belief isn’t built in the light — it’s built in the dark.

You were shaping endurance, not comfort.

Depth, not performance.

You knew I needed to fall apart to finally fall into something real.

🌿 The Return

Now, when I feel lost, I don’t panic.

I just pause.

Because I know you’re already there — steady and sure, like roots beneath the surface.

You don’t need me to have all the answers.

You just need me to keep choosing hope.

And even when I can’t see the path, you light the next step.

That’s enough.

So thank you for not leaving when I did.

Thank you for staying through the storms, through the silence, through the nights I thought I’d never see morning again.

I see you now — not as something I have to chase, but as something that’s been holding me the whole time.

With gratitude,

The woman you carried back home.

✨ Takeaway: Faith Is the Gentle Constant

Faith doesn’t always roar — sometimes it simply breathes beside you.

It’s not found in the absence of fear, but in the decision to keep walking with it.

You don’t have to see the whole miracle to trust the process.

You just have to whisper, “I’m still here,” and mean it.

That’s faith in its purest form.