There are days when the body speaks before the mind can find words. The tears come suddenly, the chest grows tight, and fear brushes against the heart like a cold wind whispering through familiar cracks.

This morning became one of those moments. For the past few months I've been quietly observing a subtle shift in a friendship and it stirred something far deeper than the present circumstance, awakening echoes that once lived in the shadows of childhood places forgotten by the world yet remembered by my body.

After the wave crashed, I cried. I slept and in that small surrender, something softened. My headache and nausea eased their grip. My nose remains blocked, almost as though grief is still finding its way out, yet the sharp edges of the moment have gentled.

Clive brought me ginger beer and lunch — a quiet kindness, a reminder that love still finds me. Tearfulness lingers, a mix of sadness and fear, although fear seems the louder voice today. Fear of losing connection, fear of being quietly set aside, fear of repeating old pages of a story Jesus has been rewriting.

📖 “He shall gather the lambs with His arm, and carry them in His bosom.” — Isaiah 40:11 (NKJV)

Yet even here, I sense Him. The One who does not rush me through the pain, the One who sits with me in the half-light and reminds my trembling heart that fear does not get the final word.

Fear may rise, yet love rises higher. Tears may fall, yet His presence falls closer. This story is not the same as the old ones, even though it brushes their edges. I am learning to pause, breathe and let Him hold the places that once held me captive. Healing comes in layers, and today He touched another.

💡Reflection

• When fear rises in my chest, what memory or belief feels touched beneath the surface? 🤔

• How does my body tend to speak when my heart feels threatened or unseen? 🤔

• Where can I notice Jesus’ comfort in the ordinary kindnesses around me today? 🤔

• What truth do I most need to hear right now about my worth and belonging? 🤔

🎺Affirmation

I am held, seen, and deeply loved. Jesus stays near to every trembling place within me, and nothing — not shifting relationships nor old fears awakening — can diminish the truth of who I am in Him. I am safe in His arms, steady in His gaze, and sheltered by His unfailing love.

🙌 Prayer

Holy Spirit, thank You for gently easing the heaviness in my body and calming the trembling in my heart. Thank You for the tears that softened what fear had tightened. Whisper Your truth into every anxious place within me and remind me that I am never on the outside of Your affection. Wrap me in Your nearness, steady my breathing, anchor my worth, and continue healing the layers that rise unexpectedly. I trust You with the tender places.

In Jesus’ Name, Amen.