When you Forget

The weight of the world is heavy, pressing down like a storm without mercy, like headlines screaming despair, like another name, another number, another prayer unanswered- or so it seems. I carry the sorrow like it's mine to bear, like the cracks in this world are my responsibility to fill. I cry out "God, where are You?" but my voice shakes because I've forgotten he listens. I've forgotten He's still here. Because when you remember the pain, it's only because you forgot His grace. When you see only the broken, you've turned your face from the Healer. When you drown in the darkness, you've closed your eyes to the Light. And oh, how easy it is to forget. To let the sorrow consume you, to let the newsfeed dictate your hope, to count the wounds of the world but not the miracles. To see the storm but not the One who walks upon it. But He was there- before the tears, before war, before silence. Before the broken bones of humanity ever hit the dirt, He was already writing redemption. And He is still writing. Still turning ashes into beauty, still bringing prodigals home, still splitting seas for the lost to walk through. Still holding the weight of suffering in His nail pierced hands. So maybe the world is heavy, but it is not heavier than Him. Maybe the night is long, but the morning is promised. Maybe I feel the sorrow, but His grace is not a feeling- it is a fact. And when I remember Him, when I really see Him, the pain does not disappear, but it no longer owns me. The world is still aching, but I am held. Still hurting, but not hopeless. Still waiting, but never alone.