✨THE AWAKENING | PART 3IN THE DARK, I MET GOD

“He was silent… but never absent.”

There’s a kind of pain so heavy, it doesn’t scream —

It settles.

It wraps around your chest like a fog, and you can’t tell if you’re breaking… or just becoming something new. That’s where I met Him.

In the silence.

In the stillness.

In the moments when I thought He had forgotten me. I was angry.

I was lost.

I was curled up on the floor, questioning everything I had ever believed — wondering why it had to hurt this much just to choose myself. But in the depth of that darkness, I felt it:

A presence.

Not loud.

Not demanding.

Just… there.

Like breath in the middle of suffocation.

Like a flicker of warmth in a soul gone cold.

🌒 God Doesn’t Shout in the Fire — He Whispers in the Ashes

I expected Him to answer with thunder.

I wanted signs. Miracles. Loud affirmations.

But what I got instead… was stillness. And that stillness broke me open. He didn't rescue me in the way I imagined.

He did something deeper — something sacred:

He sat with me.

Not to fix me.

But to refine me. I thought He was ignoring me.

Turns out, He was rebuilding me.

🖤 I Was Never Abandoned — I Was Being Aligned

The delays were protection.

The silence was instruction.

The emptiness? A space He cleared… so I could finally hear. I realized I had spent so long begging for clarity,

I forgot to sit in the confusion and trust that He was already working. Every rejection was a reroute.

Every betrayal, a blessing in disguise.

Every quiet night was a rehearsal for divine alignment.

🔥 God Was in the Breakdown

He was there in the job I walked away from.

He was there when the love I clung to started slipping.

He was there when I lost friends, direction, confidence, and almost — myself. And now I know:

He didn’t let me drown.

He let me shed everything that couldn’t swim.

🙏🏽 My Awakening Was Never Loud

It was a whisper.

A deep, aching knowing.

A sacred shift.

I didn’t rise from the fire screaming —

I emerged from the ashes glowing.

Because in the dark,

I met God.

And in meeting Him…

I met me.

✍🏽 Journal Reflection:

• What if the silence in your life is God making room for your true voice to rise?
• What are you still trying to force that God has already closed the door on?
• Where is He whispering to you right now — and are you quiet enough to hear it?

In the dark, I met God.
And He reminded me:
Your light was never gone —
You just had to stop trying to borrow it from broken places.