You have slept. You didn't think you could.
A cool mist shrouds the world, wrapping everything in white, swaddling tired December in wet gray.
God is silent.
He is like that sometimes. You just have to know that He is.
Your faith is weak. It is like that sometimes. You'd welcome even the pain, just to know His nearness.
It doesn't make Him speak. He doesn't have to prove He is God.
This is how we learn to be still.
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