Tag: encourage

Why ask why?

We’re taught not to question the Almighty. To accept. To bow our heads. To trust without trembling.

But if He knows my heart… if He knows my thoughts before they ever form on my tongue… doesn’t He already know my questions too?

I find it impossible, as a human wrapped in human emotions, not to ask why when bad things happen to good people. And yes, I understand that “good” can be debated. None of us are perfect. But I’m talking about the ones who live gently. The ones who work hard, tend to their families, mind their business, show up for others, try to leave rooms softer than they found them. The ones who do inherently good simply because it’s in them to do so.

Why must the good suffer?

Why cancer? Why the slow violence of chemotherapy, a treatment that often feels more offensive and destructive than the very disease it’s meant to eradicate? Why the indignity of fatigue that steals your strength, the nausea that robs you of appetite, the hair that falls in quiet surrender? Why must the body endure a war on two fronts?

It is a particular kind of helplessness to watch someone you love suffer. To stand beside hospital beds and infusion chairs with nothing but prayers and presence. To offer words that feel small against the weight of a diagnosis. “I’m here.” “I love you.” “We’re believing.” And sometimes those words feel like feathers trying to hold back a storm.

Yet time after time, that is what we do. We pray. We support. We show up. Because we believe prayer changes things. Because even when I question the why behind it all, one thing I never question is my ability to trust fully in the Almighty. I do not understand His timing. I do not understand His methods. But I trust His heart. And I believe in Him for full healing for those I love who are afflicted.

Right now, that someone is my sister.

She fought one hell of a battle against triple negative breast cancer. She endured it. Conquered it. Had a clear scan this past November. We exhaled. We praised. We dared to imagine the worst was behind us.

Only for that sneaky, sick disease to circle back and attack her lung and liver.

And here we are again.

We’re already claiming victory. We’re already speaking healing. But we are also human, and it’s exhausting to have to suit up for war twice. It’s disheartening to realize the fight isn’t finished. It’s frustrating to see someone so strong forced back into the ring.

Make no mistake, she is one hell of a fighter. Resilient. Determined. Courageous in ways that humble me. I just wish she didn’t have to be. I wish her strength could be used for joy instead of survival. But like people in hell want ice water, we deal with the hand we’re dealt. We don’t get to choose the battlefield, only how we stand on it.

So we stand again.

We question, yes.

We grieve, yes.

But we also believe.

If you believe in God and the power of prayer, send some healing her way. Speak life over her lungs. Speak restoration over her liver. Speak strength into her bones and peace into her mind.

It’s time to get back in the ring.

And we’re believing this time, too, cancer is getting knocked out.~micaiah 

Heal What You Keep Hiding

Becoming is not loud.

It is slow.

It is sacred.

It is honest.

Many of us are navigating our way through becoming…

but we have not yet told ourselves the whole truth.

Becoming requires work.

The kind that asks you to sit with your thoughts.

To trace your patterns back to their origin.

To gently question what you were taught about love, worth, survival.

It asks you to uncover

the hidden agreements you made with pain.

The stories you swallowed.

The silence you mastered.

You cannot accept what you cannot change

until you lay it

on the table of your heart and mind

and call it by name.

Your future self

is waiting on your current self

to repair the cracks in the foundation.

Not to shame them.

Not to hide them.

But to mend them

so you can finally build

without fear of collapse.

What you seek from others:

patience, grace, reassurance, honesty,

require it of yourself first.

Becoming is not about perfection.

It is about truth.

And truth, beloved,

is where freedom begins.

~ The 3 AM Poet

A When Dreams Speak project

a division of MYD Dreams Collective

Honor Time: A Call to Intentional Living

Time is one of the most precious gifts we have—and yet, it’s often the one we take for granted. We get caught up in the grind: working endlessly, chasing material things, and letting days slip by without truly connecting with the people who matter most.

What Really Matters

Life isn’t about possessions. It’s about presence. It’s about being intentional with our friends, our loved ones, and ourselves. The truth is, tomorrow isn’t promised. And when someone is gone, you can’t go back and fix what was broken. That’s why healing, forgiveness, and meaningful connection are so vital.

Boundaries vs. Bitterness

This isn’t about tolerating disrespect or putting yourself in harm’s way. Boundaries are sacred. But sometimes, the walls we build are made of ego, miscommunication, and pain we’ve held onto for too long. We remember how we felt, but not why. And that pain? It limits us. It steals joy from the moments we could be living fully.

Choose Healing

Take the time to heal. Let go of grudges that no longer serve you. Choose peace over pettiness. Choose love over pride. And choose a daily “diet” that feeds your soul—one free of negativity, pessimism, and drama. Nourish your mind, body, and spirit with things that uplift and inspire.

In the end, God isn’t counting your degrees or your designer labels. He’s looking at your heart. So live with intention. Love deeply. And honor the time you’ve been given.~micaiah

The Unseen Ripple Effect of Authenticity

You never know who you may be inspiring or encouraging to tap back into latent or new talents just by being you. Sometimes we forget that people may not always speak on how you inspire them, but yet they are, and it helps them to smile more or be their authentic selves.

Today, a former schoolmate expressed how my return to blogging inspired her. I was truly shocked because I was impressed with her recently shared writings and agreed with so many of her viewpoints. That’s the beauty of creativity and the arts; you can express yourself and inadvertently inspire others. It’s the same way with acts of kindness too. One small act can be the catalyst for other acts of kindness, compassion, and consideration.

When you share pieces of yourself for your own self-satisfaction rather than for applause, you often reach a broader and more sincere audience. You will often also position yourself to be poured back into by people who admire your transparency and find commonalities among your expressions and experiences. If only we lived in a world where more people honored the beauty of someone living in their authenticity and being free to be open, honest, and vulnerable without making themselves prey to someone’s judgment and condescension.

Write without constraints

Writing is so freeing, but you have to do it with the understanding that some won’t like or respect what you have to say. It’s a good thing I don’t do it for the applause but to free myself of the thoughts and ideas that burden, excite, and even incite me. So, if you’re considering writing or think no one will care what you have to say, do it anyway. You’d be surprised who you might inspire or who may fan your flames of inspiration even higher!~micaiah

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