He’s bigger

He’s bigger.

It’s not that He changes.

It’s that my need does.

It’s that my world has been broken open enough

to hold more of Him than it ever could before.

There was a time I thought He was small,

small enough to fit neatly in my prayers,

in my Sunday hymns,

in the parts of life that made sense.

But then the ache came.

Then the silence.

Then the long nights where I stopped pretending I was okay.

And when the dust finally settled around the ruins of what I thought I knew,

I looked up, and He was bigger.

Not because He grew,

but because I did.

Because pain stretched me,

and loss hollowed out the places where pride used to live.

Because when everything else fell away,

there was finally room for glory.

He filled the empty spaces the pain carved out.

He filled the hollow places the world left aching.

And I realized, He hadn’t changed at all.

But my vision had.

The same One who seemed distant in my comfort became enormous in my sorrow.

The same Voice that whispered softly in my peace roared with mercy through my storm.

Every year I grow…. in joy, in loss, in surrender,

I see Him as He has always been:

vast, unfathomable, and tender.

Every heartbreak becomes another lens

through which His magnitude comes into focus.

So if you are grieving,

if the world feels unbearably small around your pain, know this:

you are growing.

And when you lift your eyes again,

you will find Him bigger.

Not because He changed,

but because your heart, broken open,

can now hold more of His glory than it ever could before.

“Every year you grow, you will find Me bigger.”And maybe, every tear you shed, you will find Him nearer, too.