Sometimes the weight gets heavy, and I find myself reaching for something bigger than me — for comfort, for clarity, for peace.
For me, that’s God.
This letter isn’t here to preach or convince. It’s just one of those raw moments — where I let the quiet part of my soul speak, and maybe someone out there needs to hear it too.
If you relate — welcome.
If your journey looks different, that’s okay too.
We’re all walking through something.
Dear God, Are You Still Listening?
Some nights, I don’t know what to say.
Not because I’ve stopped believing… but because I’m too tired to speak.
So I just sit with You in the dark, wondering if silence counts as prayer.
I’ve walked through things I can’t always explain.
I’ve strayed, I’ve begged, I’ve screamed, I’ve tried to hold it together while falling apart, And I’ve cursed sometimes behind closed doors.
I’ve been human — and then some.
I don’t always need fireworks. I don’t always need a miracle.
I just need to know You haven’t left me.
I need to know You’re still near, still listening —
that my tears mean something,
that the pain isn’t pointless,
that my exhaustion isn’t invisible to you.
I know I haven’t always honored You like I should.
I’ve doubted You.
I’ve tried to fix things without You.
I’ve asked You why, when, and how much longer.
And even in the moments I didn’t talk to You — I still needed You.
So I’m asking now…
Don’t let me slip away.
Don’t let the chaos drown out Your presence.
Don’t let the weight of this life pull me so far that I forget who I am in You.
Remind me — not with thunder, but with peace.
Remind me You’re not afraid of my mess, or my fire, or my flaws.
That You are big enough for my grief, my doubt, my silence, my scream.
I want You.
I want to know You deeper.
Not because someone told me I should, but because I’ve tasted what life feels like without You —
and I don’t ever want to go back there.
So if You’re still listening…
Come closer.
Wrap me in something real.
Teach me how to breathe again. Let your presence surround me as I lay my head down to sleep.
Because if You’re still here… I have hope, and a future. Because if You’re still here… Nothing is Lost. Because If You’re still here… I have Your power to keep rising.
So if You’re still listening…. I’ll keep reaching. Even with shaking hands, a tired body, and an exhausted mind, I will keep pursuing you. Thank you for never giving up and calling me yours. Amen.
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