This short story is about a girl who goes through a bad breakup with her boyfriend, but later reexamines her love life and finds new meaning about love through Rumi, the Persian Sufi Poet and the way of his Mysticism through his poems, filled with love and ecstasy. This short story is for those who enjoy Rumi and his poetry.

Hannah Reed believed in God. She just wasn’t sure she believed He was listening anymore. When the prayer she was sure would change everything is met with silence, Hannah is forced to confront a faith she no longer recognizes. Still attending church, still singing the songs, still saying the words—she quietly wrestles with disappointment, grief, and the fear that hope might hurt more than doubt. The Prayer That Changed Nothing is a raw, faith-filled story for anyone who has prayed sincerely and wondered why heaven felt quiet afterward. This is not a story about losing faith—but about discovering God in the silence we never expected.

When faith fractures, silence can feel like abandonment. After a public failure drives her away from the church and the life she once trusted, Mara Collins returns to the small town she swore she’d never see again. Grace Hollow remembers everything—especially what she tried to forget. Still believing in God but no longer trusting Him, Mara navigates grief, regret, and the quiet ache of unanswered prayers. As she’s pulled back into the lives of others who are hurting, Mara begins to discover that God’s work doesn’t always arrive loudly—or on our terms. Sometimes redemption begins not with certainty, but with staying present long enough to hear hope whisper again.

When faith fractures, silence can feel like abandonment. After a public failure drives her away from the church and the life she once trusted, Mara Collins returns to the small town she swore she’d never see again. Grace Hollow remembers everything—especially what she tried to forget. Still believing in God but no longer trusting Him, Mara navigates grief, regret, and the quiet ache of unanswered prayers. As she’s pulled back into the lives of others who are hurting, Mara begins to discover that God’s work doesn’t always arrive loudly—or on our terms. Sometimes redemption begins not with certainty, but with staying present long enough to hear hope whisper again.

When faith fractures, silence can feel like abandonment. After a public failure drives her away from the church and the life she once trusted, Mara Collins returns to the small town she swore she’d never see again. Grace Hollow remembers everything—especially what she tried to forget. Still believing in God but no longer trusting Him, Mara navigates grief, regret, and the quiet ache of unanswered prayers. As she’s pulled back into the lives of others who are hurting, Mara begins to discover that God’s work doesn’t always arrive loudly—or on our terms. Sometimes redemption begins not with certainty, but with staying present long enough to hear hope whisper again.

This reset is a return to the fundamentals that truly nourish you. Clearing mental clutter and selecting thoughts that are kinder. Move your body in ways that are comfortable, not demanding. Warm your spirit through prayer, reflection, rest, and simple moments that feel sacred. February hasn't asked us to bloom yet. It prompts us to rest, restore, and reset. To care for our inner world like a warm fire, steady and glowing, preparing us for what comes next.

This poem was written with Help from the holy spirit. I used some bible verses and ideas i’ve seen in the bible in writing this poem, it is my first poem so any criticism is welcome. Thank you for reading

This is about the psychology of prolonged isolation and solitary confinement: from a personal perspective. Come along and join the conversation.

On the hard days, I don’t chase perfection, I chase return. A single mindful breath can be a quiet vow: “I’m still here.” This poem is for anyone rebuilding gently, learning that release is not weakness, and that progress can be as small as exhaling, unclenching, and choosing yourself one honest moment at a time.

Today’s medicine is simple but powerful: name what you’re carrying, then exhale like you’re unlocking a door. You don’t need a perfect plan—just one true step your nervous system can handle. Progress isn’t performance. It’s presence returning without punishment, and choosing the smallest aligned action anyway.

I believe our purpose is to serve one another by sharing our gifts, experiences, and perspectives. Through this space, I share my gift of writing—offering insight drawn from lived experience and a willingness to see the world through multiple lenses. Me, Myself, & Tai is my safe space—a journal of honesty, balance, and accountability. As both my biggest critic and my biggest fan, I am committed to growth, transparency, and mastering balance along the way. Cheers to the journey, new perspectives, and becoming better—together.

This poem is about my love and faith for Hindu Goddess Kali, who destroys all evil and vanquishes anyone, who causes harm upon others. This poem is dedicated tribute to the Goddess, who destroyed a most powerful evil demon Raktabheej, saving the world from plunging into a darkness filled with bloodlust and malice.

The people of every city are having to fight ICE. Why, just them? Why can't the mayor of his/her city have the local law enforcement join in the fight?

You ever just been forced? A force within yourself that’s inevitable.. that you are painfully aware of?

Finality of Death Rather Than Conscious Afterlife Experience In preexilic Israel, there was no conception of a future resurrection; death was considered final and people were cut off from the living and from God. According to Psalms 6:5, people in Sheol remember nothing—not even God. This contrasts sharply with New Testament teachings about conscious existence after death, active torment in hell, or reward in heaven. For the Hebrews, returning to dust meant the end of conscious existence.

Even when the map fades, and the path disappears, you’re still exactly where you need to be. The soul doesn’t move in straight lines—it spirals. If you feel uncertain today, breathe… you’re in the sacred middle of your unfolding.

A quiet spark is rising. 🌒 The Moon grows through Pisces into Aries, asking you to listen first—then move with clean intention. Today’s 7 Universal Day opens a chamber of insight, while Sun conjunct Pluto in Aquarius activates a deep identity reset. Expect synchronicities, truth-pressure, and one choice that changes the next 28 days.

Have you ever wondered how the future is determined? Have you ever not thought about the decision you've made afterwards?

Something unprecedented is unfolding on the Temple Mount. We will break that down in a moment, along with a developing report that senior Hamas leaders may be preparing to flee Gaza and a serious warning Israel has just delivered to Turkey.

Subconscious programming, how it affects the world around you, and how you are the Creator of your own reality.