Quiet time didn’t fix my life. It didn’t save my marriage. It didn’t prevent grief or loss or heartbreak. But it planted seeds of hope in my darkest seasons — and somehow, that was enough to keep me here.

You don’t need a candle, a journal, or perfect words to be with God. You just need to show up as you are. Faith isn’t about doing it right — it’s about staying in the conversation long enough to discover you were never alone.