When I miss myself.
There are days I slip quietly into the background, hidden behind the holy work of loving and giving. But even when I miss myself, God never stops seeing me. He calls me by name — reminding me I am not lost, but held.
There are days I slip quietly into the background, hidden behind the holy work of loving and giving. But even when I miss myself, God never stops seeing me. He calls me by name — reminding me I am not lost, but held.