Worship doesn’t always rise from joy. Sometimes it comes from waiting, loss, and unanswered prayers. This is a story about infertility, fragile faith, and the quiet courage it takes to keep singing when the words catch in your throat—and belief feels harder than silence.
In the quiet of an early morning, I asked God to show me—tangibly—that He was still working. What followed wasn’t fireworks or fanfare, but an envelope filled with love, generosity, and a reminder I nearly missed. Sometimes God answers softly, through human hands and faithful hearts.
