The world woke up in whispers today.
The sky was pale with a kind of light that doesnât rush.
The air felt like it had been washed overnight.
I sat by the window with my hot chocolate and for a moment,
I didnât try to fix, chase, or understand anything.
I just breathed.
Some mornings arrive like that, not demanding, not heavy, just⊠soft.
The kind that makes you wonder why youâve been sprinting through lifeâs hallways
when you could have walked.
I thought about the things Iâve been carrying.
The quiet ache for a life that fits like my favourite sweater.
And in the stillness, I realised
God wasnât asking me to solve today.
He was asking me to be in it.
So I watched the light shift across the floor.
I let my tea grow cold.
I whispered thanks for no reason except that I could.
Maybe this is what healing sometimes looks like, not a grand revelation,
but a soft morning where you remember that your heart can beat without hurrying.