SERIES 11: WHISPERED PRAYERS
#TheUnseenStruggle
They see my strength.
They hear my laughter.
But they don’t hear the prayers I bury in the dark.
The kind that never make it into conversation.
The kind I whisper when everyone is asleep,
when the only sound is the clock ticking
and my heartbeat begging God to hear me.
I’ve prayed for a door to open.
I’ve prayed for a “yes” to finally break the silence.
I’ve prayed for a miracle I can’t explain to anyone.
And still, the quiet lingers.
I serve while waiting.
I keep showing up.
I keep carrying others.
I smile while wondering if I’m forgotten.
I clap for others while whispering,
“When will it be my turn?”
It’s not that I’ve lost faith.
It’s just… some prayers grow old in my hands.
Some words get repeated so many times,
they start to feel like part of your breathing.
And in that breathing, the ache continues.
Some nights, I want to stop asking.
Some nights, my voice trembles.
I want to stop knocking on a door that doesn’t open.
But hope or maybe desperation, keeps pushing the words out of me,
even into the silence.
So I keep folding my prayers into my pillow.
I keep trusting, even with tears in my eyes,
soaking what my lips cannot say.
Because one day, I believe…
God will turn the cry the world never hears
into a testimony the world cannot ignore.
From ADA — The First Daughter
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