Whether I chose to relocate from the country, city, state, or planet to follow my healing path, dream, or follow orders for which I agreed, the silence at some point of the journey becomes unbearable. It seems the longer your disappearance or time away, the less likely you hear from those who were near and dear. Time passes and it seems the thought of you passes as well. The calls, messages, and special gestures begin to fade. You are protecting your homeland, making a better life for your family, building for a future, and/or becoming a better you, but the thoughts of you seem to have shrunk. I not only hear the silence, I feel it. The call or text “of you are in my thoughts and prayers” no longer buzz the phone or received in the mail. So the question becomes, am I forgotten? Do I prepare for a return to an unfamiliar world with no same contacts? A new beginning I step into without a trace of the world I once knew.

Though I write about my current state of mind, I share with you these words, you are not forgotten. You are being prayed for and thought of. You are relatable. Don’t let the silence be something you sit in believing you are alone in this experience of life. Don’t let the silence steal your hope in knowing I am praying for you. I may not know you by name but my heart prays for you, who read and feel this. We are together in different places finding our way. Yet, we are not easily forgotten. Our heart God’s hand is on and touches to remind us we are not forgotten. I wrote this to you to let you know someone is praying for you. If you channel the silence to faith, hope, and belief, you will find this message a peace reminder.