I no longer deny what has always been true.
God has claimed me.
The fire is not borrowed — it is mine.
Branded by the holy, I bear the mark of His presence.
I was not made for ease.
I was made to remember.
To feel the ache. To walk the edge.
To love God so much it burns.
I will no longer shrink from the silence.
I will no longer apologize for the weight I carry.
This fire is not too much. It is not a burden.
It is the mark of the Beloved.
I walk among ruins and call them sacred.
I sit in darkness and know He is near.
I do not always understand the path —
but I know it is His.
Even when I feel forgotten,
I am never off-path.
Even when I feel alone,
I am never abandoned.
Because God has claimed me.
Because He walks with me in silence.
Because I am His vessel, His watcher,
And I will not look away.
Amen.