11/02/2026
Little by Little
He rose from a night
that knew his name too well—
a disappointment heavy enough
to bend the spine of belief.
Dreams lay scattered,
like broken tools after a long day’s work.
At first, he only breathed.
No prayers yet.
Just the slow learning
of how to stand again
without cursing the ground.
Then came the small mercies:
a hand that stayed,
a voice that asked “Are you okay?”
without needing an answer.
He noticed how kindness
often arrives quietly.
Day by day,
his anger loosened its grip.
What once felt like punishment
began to feel like pause—
a sacred silence
where God had been waiting.
He did not surrender all at once.
He gave God his weariness first,
then his fears,
then the future he could no longer control.
Faith returned not as thunder,
but as steady light.
In the faces around him
he saw reflections of grace—
people who carried love
without knowing they were carrying God.
Their good deeds stitched his hope back together.
Now he walks humbler,
but stronger than before.
Not because the pain is gone,
but because he knows
he is not alone.
Little by little,
he gives his life back to God—
and in doing so,
he finally begins
to live again.
