Now I See

I know You can do anything.Nothing stands in Your way.And yet, I questioned You. I spoke as if I understood what I had never seen.I argued about things far beyond me. You asked me, “Who is this speaking without understanding?” And it was me. It was my small view. My hurt. My pride trying to make sense of pain. I talked about mysteries like they were simple problems to solve. I treated wonder like it needed my explanation. You told me to listen. To be still. To answer if I could. And in that moment, I realized something, I had only heard about You before. Stories. Sermons. Secondhand faith. But now… now I see. Not with perfect clarity. Not with full answers. But with a humbled heart. So I take back my accusations. I lay down my certainty. I sit in the dust, not ashamed, just aware. Aware that You are greater than my questions. And kinder than my doubt.