By a guy who is learning how to sit with the quiet, trust the waiting, and believe that joy will find its way back home.
I know, I’ve been quiet. The stories have been sitting there, untouched, like cups of coffee gone cold on the table. I wanted to write, truly I did, but my mind and my soul have been drifting—slowly, quietly—somewhere between sorrow and wonder. Since my mum passed, I’ve found myself reading late into the night about what comes after this life, holding fast to the Christian faith that has always been my anchor. And in all that reading, in all those quiet moments, I found something gentle and surprising: hope. Not the loud kind, not the kind that demands answers, but the kind that whispers, it’s going to be alright. Everything I’ve come to understand so far feels like good news, and for that, my gratitude to God and to Jesus Christ has grown deeper, steadier, more personal.
I’m healing. Not in leaps, not dramatically—but steadily, like a wound that closes when no one is watching. One day, I hope soon, I’ll find my way back to happy stories again. Stories that smile. Stories that breathe. For now, I sit with where I am, and I let the days do their quiet work.
To those who took the time to write me personal notes, to send prayers and kind thoughts—please know this: they mattered more than you’ll ever know. There were moments when I teared up, not from sadness, but from the simple, overwhelming knowledge that I wasn’t alone. That I was held, in ways seen and unseen. With all my heart, thank you. I’m grateful beyond words, and I’m looking ahead now—slowly, gently—toward the next chapter.
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A Kings 
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