by Epiphany

I sat down.

Not because I was tired in the physical sense, but because my soul needed a minute.

I’d been running — chasing clarity, peace, answers, closure… anything that would quiet the noise and hush the ache of feeling like I had to be somewhere, doing something, fixing someone, proving my worth.

So I sat down.

And when I did, everything I had been drowning out came to sit with me. The anxiety I was avoiding. The conversations I kept overthinking. The identity I had tied to being “productive.” The guilt I felt for wanting rest. The pressure I had no business carrying in the first place.

Sitting down didn’t mean giving up.
It meant finally honoring the version of me that was whispering, “please let us breathe.”

We don’t talk enough about how hard it is to pause when your life has conditioned you to go-go-go. But here’s what I know now:

Stillness is not passive. It’s powerful.
It’s where your wisdom catches up to you.
It’s where God speaks gently, without competing with your chaos.
It’s where your healing begins without a dramatic announcement.

So I sat.
And this time, I stayed.

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💬 Call to Action

Have you taken a moment to sit lately—not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually?
✨ Comment below or journal today:
“What is waiting to meet me in stillness?”

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