External noise doesn't just surround you-it has a way of shaping you the more it impacts your soul. It is the kind of noise that tells you to rush when God is asking you to wait.
Thought Catalog
Not all pressure is loud. Some of it moves into your mind slowly, unnoticed-like the quiet belief that your value is something you have to maintain. It doesn't announce itself. It disguises itself as responsibility, as excellence, as ambition.
Not every year moves loudly. Some years feel like waiting rooms. Some years feel like wandering hope - like chapters filled with quiet questions that only echo back silence.
There is a deep-rooted kind of ache that anchors itself in words left unsaid. It exists within the apology you never received, the goodbye you never heard, the truth you carried quietly, waiting for the right moment.
God, when the waiting feels endless, remind me that this season has purpose.
There is no such thing as TOO difficult, TOO damaged, or needing TOO much reassurance.
Remember that the energy that you infuse into this very day will be what ultimately determines your fate.
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