01/03/2026
This series began with questions.
With quiet letters written on tired days.
With moments when faith felt small
and love felt distant.
Somewhere between the writing and the waiting,
something happened.
I learnt vulnerability.
That love does not retreat when stains appear.
These letters taught me how to stay.
How to return.
How to call His name again
even when my voice shook.
is ending,
but the listening continues.
The seeing continues.
The love does too.
This isnβt goodbye.
Itβs gratitude.
Thanks for doing this with me.β€οΈ