There are times when words fail, when the very essence of a feeling is too profound to be contained by language. This is how I often feel when I try to articulate my connection to something, someone, or some force that I can only describe as invisible support. Whether you're an illusion, imaginary, or undeniably real, I don't truly know. What I do know is the strength I feel, the profound sense of "okay-ness," when I think of you.
You are something that uplifts me in ways I can't explain. I may not see you, but I can certainly feel you.
There have been countless moments, particularly in times of struggle, when I've cried out for help and felt utterly alone. In those darkest hours, it seemed as though no aid was forthcoming, and I had to fight tooth and nail for every small victory. But then, as the dust settles and I look back, rewinding the whole "drama" of life, I start to notice it: tiny, unexpected moments of assistance, subtle shifts that paved the way.
It's after the storm, when the world settles around me, that I truly grasp your presence. You were there when I felt abandoned, a quiet anchor when guilt consumed me. It's as if you're always just behind me, slightly out of sight, a constant companion my eyes can't quite perceive. Even when I was lost in my sadness, you were there, a silent witness to my transformation.
When I think of you, I'm flooded with strength. You are an invisible presence that helps me, even when I don't recognize it at the moment. You've been there through every laugh, every tear, every sleepless night. When tears streamed down my face, and my heart ached, you were there. You held my gaze, made my eyes so "tight" that they couldn't roll down, affirming my being.
Just when I believe all hope is lost, when there's no way out of a dire situation, you offer another chance to smile. Sometimes you manifest as a moment of pure joy, a loving embrace that calms my soul. I don't know how, but you simply appear.
During the agony of a breakup, when everyone else seemed to cast blame, you were the unyielding strength deep within me, whispering, "Let it go." I don't know where your voice comes from, how you communicate with me, but you do. You speak to my mind, to my feelings, and even through messages in newspapers, social media posts, television shows, and sometimes even through psychic predictions. When you want to connect, you connect.
No one has ever truly defined you, so how can I? How can I ask who you are? But I can, and I must, express my feelings to you. This is the only way I know to communicate. I may not be able to express you with love in the conventional sense, but I can feel you. When anger flares, I often forget you. When sadness overwhelms, I sometimes ignore you. Yet, you, whoever you are, never leave me alone.
Then, when the turbulent moment passes and a quiet calm descends, I feel you. I feel your unseen presence, working tirelessly to manage the very things that bring me peace. You watch over my anger, observe my struggles, and through it all, you make me profoundly grateful.
Thank you. Thank you for always being within me, with me, always in my life. Thank you, God, for your constant presence. Thank you for allowing me to perceive you in all forms, for enabling me to sense you in everything. I am so incredibly grateful, and I don't know how to adequately express the depth of that gratitude.
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