Take a slow breath and notice the ground beneath you.
Sometimes trust doesn’t feel peaceful — it feels like standing still when you want to run.
Let the earth carry a little of your weight.
This is how faith begins: by allowing yourself to be held when you cannot see the way.
Prayer
Christ the Healer,
enter the places I hide —
the tender, the raw, the still half-healed.
Let Your light move through me in its own time.
Reflection Questions
Which part of me resists softness — believing that healing must hurt to count?
Faith in the Body
Feel the pressure of your feet against the floor — solid, patient.
Inhale through your nose; exhale through your soles.
Let gravity be grace — God’s invisible arm beneath you.
When you’re ready, lift your gaze. The world holds you, too.
“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” — Psalm 147:3