I often find myself gazing into the depths of his eyes, searching for some sign that I truly matter to him. The thought consumes me: is my place permanently etched within his heart? Or am I merely a fleeting moment in his life, destined to fade like a whisper? This here uncertainty leaves me anxious, always hoping for some reassurance that my love

It’s a question that bothers many minds: Is God’s love for me real? Will we ever truly know if God feels love for us, especially in the heart of life's hardships? It’s a question with no easy answers, and one that each person needs to grapple with on their own. Perhaps the answer lies not in seeking concrete proof, but in opening our hearts o