It’s him

It is Him.

It has always been Him.

The One who has led me through deserts where the horizon blurred in the heat,

where my feet blistered on hot stones and my voice cracked with thirst—

it was His hand that steadied me.

Not once did He lose His way.

Not once did He abandon me to wander alone.

The One who placed manna on the ground in mornings I thought I’d starve,

who gave me just enough for today when I wanted tomorrow’s portion too—

He will feed me still.

Even here.

Even now.

The One who bent low to hear the cries I dared not speak aloud,

who caught the tremor in my breath before the sob escaped,

who marked the sighs no one else noticed—

He has not closed His ear.

He will not.

The tear I thought was wasted

is written into His memory as holy.

He does not tire of loving me.

His affection is not subject to seasons, nor cooled by my failures.

There is no day when His faithfulness clocks out,

no moment when His heart hesitates.

So I tell my restless soul—

rest here.

Rest in the arms that have carried me through nights too dark to measure.

Rest in the certainty that the One who was will be,

and the One who is will always be.

Yesterday, today, forever—

He will not fail me.

Not now.

Not ever.