Have you ever had one of those quiet moments—maybe while driving, or sitting outside, or even in the middle of doing dishes—where, just for a second, everything feels okay?

Like you’re held. Like something inside you is steady, even if the world around you isn’t?

We live in a world that celebrates movement.
The more you hustle, the more you're praised.
The more you produce, the more you're valued.
The busier your calendar, the more important you must be.

There are moments when words fail.

You sit in silence, and your usual prayers feel flat. The verses you once leaned on feel distant. The rituals that used to bring meaning now feel mechanical.

You’re not alone.