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Ｌｉｓｔｅｎｉｎｇ Ｍｏｄｅ

And every time I kneel on the floor, there is a God whose ears are always in listening mode.

There are moments when words fail me, when my prayers are not eloquent sentences but heavy sighs, silent tears, or a heart that simply shows up. In those moments, kneeling on the floor becomes my language. It is my posture of surrender, my quiet confession that I do not have everything figured out. Yet even there, especially there, I am reminded that I am not alone. There is a God who listens.

I find comfort in knowing that I never have to compete for His attention. I do not need the right timing, the perfect wording, or a carefully constructed prayer. God’s ears are already inclined toward me. He listens not only to what I say, but to what I cannot bring myself to say. He listens to the questions I am afraid to ask, the fears I try to hide, and the hopes I barely dare to speak aloud. Before I finish my sentence, He already knows, and still, He listens.

Kneeling strips me of my defenses. On the floor, I am honest. I am weak. I am tired. I am grateful. I am hopeful. Sometimes I am all of these at once.

And God does not rush me. He does not interrupt. He does not dismiss my small worries or compare them with bigger problems in the world. To Him, what weighs my heart matters.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ.

You know everything, Lord. You know the stories behind my smiles and the prayers behind my silence. You know the battles I fight privately and the faith I cling to quietly. And still, You choose to be my constant, the One who never grows weary of hearing my voice, even when it trembles or falls apart.

In a world where being heard often feels like a luxury, Your listening is a gift. It reassures me that my kneeling is never in vain, that my tears never fall unnoticed, and that my prayers, spoken or unspoken, always reach You.
Thank You, Lord, for being near. Thank You for listening. Thank You for staying. 🥹🫶🏻

𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮,
𝓢𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮