When the World Trembles, God Still Holds Me

God, today is another day.

Yesterday, news of my uncle’s fading life shattered my calm.
The hours that followed blurred into worry for him, for my mother, for a family that feels smaller with every season that passes.
The ones still here are fighting battles of their own, tired and worn.
And I, too, am tired.

Yet I still pray.
I pray because prayer is the only thing that holds me together when nothing else will.

Yesterday’s classroom felt like a storm voices clashing, directions unheard, hearts wandering.
I stood there, trying to bring peace to the noise,
but the more I tried, the more it slipped away.
The students spoke over my voice.
The TA stood silent.
And I felt like the world was watching me fall apart.

But even in that chaos, You were there.
Quiet. Steady. Patient.

You whispered to me through the noise 
“It’s okay, my son. You are still enough.”

Later, I sat alone with a cup of Vietnamese coffee.
The same kind I used to share with my uncle.
And as the aroma rose into the still air, I felt his presence 
not in body, but in spirit.
I cried,
but I also thanked You, Lord,
for giving me that small, sacred moment of connection 
a conversation between the living and the beyond.

Thank You for work for purpose, even when it feels heavy.
Thank You for family for love that survives the storm.
Thank You for memories for every lesson whispered through loss.

I know yesterday was not my best day.
But it was another chance to learn how to trust You more.

So today, I stand again shaky but standing.
And I whisper these words into the morning light:

Lord, help me see beauty in the breaking.
Help me find peace in the pauses.
Help me walk by faith when sight fails me.
And if my path feels lost,
guide me gently back 
not to where I was,
but to where You need me to be.

Rest now, Uncle.
You are free,
and I will carry your memory with honor.

And as for me 
I will keep praying,
keep writing,
keep believing,
because even when the world trembles,
God still holds me.

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
Amen.


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