The One Who Knew Me Best
by Adena M’lynn The one who knew me the best didn’t know me at all. They memorized my smile, but not the storm behind it. They held my hand, but never the weight of my heart. So where do I place the trust that cracked in their grip? Where do I store the hope that keeps slipping through human fingers? Where do I bury the failures that scream louder than victories? Where do I hide the disappointments that bruise deeper than fists? Where do I speak the disbeliefs that choke me in silence? I place them in God. Not in broken promises, not in shaky voices that swear they’ll never leave— but in the One who never has. I set them down at His feet, every jagged piece, every shadow I tried to outrun. He doesn’t flinch at the mess, doesn’t turn away at the stench of mistakes and missteps. He kneels closer. He gathers them. He redeems them. The one who knew me the best didn’t know me at all— but my Father in heaven, He knew me before I knew myself. He saw the dust in me, and still breathed life. He...