I’ve been fighting silent battles that no one sees. No roof to call my own, no steady work to hold onto, and some days, just one meal feels like a miracle. Yet, in the middle of all this pain and humiliation, I still find myself on my knees—day and night— speaking to my God, with tears in my eyes, asking Him to look into my case, to remember me before things fall apart completely. Because even in my darkest hour, I still believe He will make a way.