As I moved into the final days of my fast, something began to change, but not in the way I expected. I didn’t arrive at some big moment of clarity. There wasn’t a defining breakthrough where everything suddenly made sense or a clear answer appeared for the questions I had been carrying. Instead, what I noticed was much quieter than that. The questions themselves began to fade. Not completely, and not all at once, but the urgency behind them started to loosen. The constant pull to figure...

Because I began to understand something I hadn’t fully grasped before: Sometimes God doesn’t give us clarity because He’s inviting us into trust. Silence is also an answer from God.

By the time I reached the middle of the fast, something had shifted. The first several days had been quieter than I expected. I had gone into the fast thinking something dramatic might happen, powerful spiritual moments, or a huge emotional breakdown or breakthrough, but instead, the early days felt steady and reflective. I walked, I journaled, I rested, took drives through nature, and I noticed things about myself that had been buried under a busy life. But somewhere around the second week,...