“Between Silence and the Cry of the Heart”

I came back to our yard — the place that always feels like home. As soon as I stepped out of the car, I felt the smell… it was everywhere in the air — weed. That strong smell of marijuana had filled the whole yard.

And I saw him — a young man standing there, taking a drag. He looked calm, but inside I instantly felt something — not judgment, but sadness. Something inside me ached.

And in that moment, in my heart I heard a whisper: “Go to him. Tell him he’s worth more. Tell him that God sees him.”

And you know what? I froze. I didn’t know what to do. It was like two forces inside me — one saying go, the other saying stay silent. And I chose silence.

Later, when I came back home, I couldn’t shake the feeling. I kept thinking — why didn’t I go? Why, when maybe God wanted to speak through me, did I just stand there?

And then, sitting quietly, I felt something — God wasn’t blaming me. He didn’t scold me. He was just there. Calm, loving. It was as if He said, “I’m still here. I spoke through that stirring in your heart. And I will speak again when you’re ready.”

That’s when I understood — His love is alive. It’s not limited by our mistakes or our fears. Even when the air is filled with a smell that makes you want to run away, His love still breathes.

God doesn’t come through perfection. He comes through honesty. And it’s in moments like these — when we stand between fear and love — that He teaches us to hear His heart.