To the Ones Still Showing Up

For the ones still waiting, still grieving, and still saying yes

This is for the ones who didn’t get the healing. The ones who buried the dream. The ones who walked through the kind of loss that changes your voice and your posture and the way you enter a room.

This is for you…

Because you’re still here.

You’ve lived through what others only pray they never have to. You’ve been told to “have faith,” to “stay positive,” to “trust God’s timing.” But what you carry cannot be bandaged by phrases. It is the ache that lives beneath your ribs. It is the quiet shadow that follows you through every room. It is the hope that slipped through your fingers and the story that didn’t go the way it was supposed to.

Still, you showed up.

You woke up and got dressed. You smiled when your chest felt hollow. You sang when your voice cracked. You prayed even when your heart whispered, “I don’t know if I can do this anymore.”

And God saw every moment.

You may not feel brave. You may not feel strong. But showing up after you’ve lost something precious is a courage this world does not understand.

We celebrate the healed, the restored, the redeemed. But Heaven also kneels low beside the one still waiting. Still grieving. Still choosing to stay in the story.

There is no shame in not having the miracle. There is no failure in still longing for what you asked for. There is no weakness in tears that haven’t stopped. And there is no expiration date on sorrow.

You are not forgotten. You are not left behind. You are not less faithful just because your story has not yet been rewritten.

You are the ones who keep showing up. To the hospital. To the kitchen. To the church. To the grave. To the bedroom you prayed would be filled. To the dreams you once danced with in the dark.

Still, you come. Still, you believe. Even with nothing in your hands but trust.

What about the ones who are still waiting and yet clinging to the truth that He is still good? What about the ones who love Him not for what He gives, but simply because they have nowhere else to place their pain?

I think that kind of faith is the most honest kind there is.

God is not waiting for you to move on. He is not frustrated by your grief. He is not counting the days until you’re over it. He sits beside you in the ashes. He weeps with you. He listens longer than anyone else will.

And He honours the ones who show up with broken hearts and trembling faith and say, “Even now… I am still Yours.”

“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” -Psalm 34:18

You are not less because you still cry. You are not weak because you still ask why. You are not lacking because the miracle hasn’t come.

You are the ones who keep showing up.

And Heaven leans close when you do.

love, Sarah.

Thank you for meeting me here.

I know I write in waves, in moments when the ache rises or the quiet gets loud, and somehow you always seem to land right in the middle of it. That’s never lost on me. Your presence here, reading these scattered pieces of my heart, means more than I can say.

This space was never meant to be polished. Just honest. Just real.

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It’s just me in this little corner, trying to hold the sacred and the shattered all at once. And I’m so glad you’re here.