He’s Not in the Background Anymore

I thought I had changed—
I thought it was enough.

I’m ashamed to admit it—
but I fit Him in.

And yet—He is the reason for this.
For the word.
For this project.
For this gift.
For me.
And still... I fit Him in.

I thought if I just wrote from a place of honesty—
of presence, of loss, of growth—
that it would hold.
And for a while, it did.

But somewhere in the stillness,
I remembered something I had buried:

I was never meant to carry the weight of truth alone.
Because truth isn’t mine to own.
It’s His.

This isn’t just my story.
It never was.

So, I’m making it known now—
not because I’m starting over,
but because I’m returning.

Returning to the foundation
I tried to honor in silence.
But silence isn’t reverence
if it keeps Him in the background.

God isn’t beneath the words anymore.
He’s the reason I write them.

—Angela
The Voice beneath Daughter, Unwritten