Today I received this message:
“When my father died, I searched all over our house for money but found nothing, and I just started crying.”

I prefer to hear good news — stories of success, lives going well, happy endings.
My feeds are filled with smiling faces, beautiful places, and people who appear to have everything.

Yet I often scroll past what is difficult to see — the quiet suffering, the stories that break my heart.

But this message was personal. It was sent to me.
This was a moment I had to pause, sit down, and process. There was nothing to scroll to.
This was a moment that called me to listen.

You remind me that suffering continues, and that beauty and peace sometimes have to wait.