You don't know me.
I wrote this for whoever needed it most today.
And somehow that's you —
which I don't think is an accident.

Whatever you've been carrying —
the worry that won't quiet,
the weight no one else knows about,
the prayer you haven't said out loud —
God already heard it. And I see it too.

You're not too far gone.
You're not too much.
You're not as alone as it feels right now.

I'm praying for you tonight.
I believe you can carry this.
And morning is closer than you think.

You are loved — exactly as you are.