Shadow Cry

Raw and tender note for every stranger that has ever whispered their pain to God in secret. 📖 Read: “Shadows Cry”

Hey Stranger,

I see you retreat to the quiet corners of your room, where no one can see the trembling in your hands. You are the one who smiles in the daylight but collapses into God’s arms when the night closes in. You’ve become an expert at hiding your battles, not because you want to be strong, but because you’ve learned that sometimes the only safe place to bleed is before the One who can heal you.

I know the ache you carry when life feels like it’s peeling you apart piece by piece. I see the exhaustion that comes from always “being fine” in public, and I know the lonely kind of strength it takes to keep showing up in the world when you’re certain no one understands the weight on your chest.

Dear heart, heaven sees you. God is not ignoring your prayers, not unmoved by your cries. The very same hands you have been clinging to in secret are the hands holding your story together in ways you can’t yet see. Every prayer you’ve prayed is a seed in His soil.

Don’t think the secret tears are wasted, there’s a crown for those who cling to Him when no one is clapping. There’s a beauty in being fully known by God, even when the world passes you by.

Your secret place is not a place of weakness; it is your war room. Your tears are not evidence of defeat; they are proof that you have refused to give up on the One who never gives up on you.

Hold on, Stranger. The One who hears in secret will reward you openly.

With love,
A Friend Who Knows