Quiet in the Fire
I sit still, afraid to stir.
The weight of choice too heavy to lift.
So I wait,
and waiting becomes my answer.

The fear of the unknown,
of getting it wrong,
of being seen the wrong way—
keeps me quiet.

So much is asked of me.
To be strong.
To lead.
To smile when I don’t know where I’m going.

I try to meet every need but my own.
Piece by piece, I press myself down.
I feel untethered,
like I’m floating through a place
where no one sees me drift.

I have beautiful blessings—
but still, I wonder…
what is mine to hold?
What is mine to become?

Must it be all duty
and none of the delight?
Is there a place where I don’t have to choose
between belonging and becoming?

I long for a soft place,
a quiet home,
arms that feel like rest.

Perhaps,
in the middle of all this searching,
God is asking me to stay strong,
to speak when I tremble,
to rise even when the path isn’t clear.

I don’t know much.
But I know He walks with me.
And that brings peace
to even the most uncertain fire.

SK–

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