God is the author

God is the Author who writes with pauses that feel like endings, with commas that seem like final punctuation. There are moments when the page goes still, the ink dries, and we wonder if the story has closed for good. But in His hands, silence is never the last word.

What feels like an ending is often just an exhale—a holy pause before the next inhale, the breath before new beginnings. His quill does not falter. His story does not break. He is weaving something beyond what we can see, a masterpiece that stretches beyond the limits of our understanding.

The pain of the pause, the ache of the unfinished sentence, the lingering doubt of the unwritten—these are not the final notes of our story. They are the spaces where grace gathers, where healing takes root, where faith is refined.

And when the next words finally come, they arrive like morning light breaking through a long night. Soft, steady, sure. A reminder that what we thought was the last page was only the turning of it.

This comma is not a period.

There is so much more ahead.