Grace in the Now

God lives inside you—

you already found Him.

In the quiet refusal to give up.

In the breath you took

when quitting would’ve been easier.

In the part of you that still reaches

for light

even with shaking hands.

You keep looking outward,

as if holiness only exists

somewhere far away,

but grace has been pacing your chest

this whole time,

patient,

unimpressed by your doubt.

The devil lives in memories.

In the old scenes he replays

until they feel prophetic.

In the nights he convinces you

that what hurt you once

gets to define you forever.

He doesn’t need claws or fire.

He just hounds you

with what already happened.

With words you can’t unsay.

With moments you survived

but never forgave yourself for.

God doesn’t shout over that noise.

He waits.

In the present.

In the now.

In the choice to stop letting yesterday

put its hands around your throat.

You aren’t lost.

You’re distracted by echoes.

And every time you choose this moment—

every time you stay—

you loosen the devil’s grip

and remember where God has been

all along.

Inside you.