In the darkest chapter of my life, God did not abandon me.
The winter of 2025 brought unemployment and illness at the same time. Every day was filled with despair. Why did I have to suffer like this? Is God even real? These questions never left my mind.
But my parish brothers and sisters did not forget me. Every week, someone brought meals. They called with words of encouragement. And above all, they were praying for me.
One sleepless night, I picked up my rosary. As I prayed each decade to the Blessed Mother, tears began to flow. They were not tears of sorrow — they were tears of joy, feeling God's presence.
Through the intercession of the Blessed Mother, a mysterious peace came over my heart. Nothing in my circumstances had changed, but my heart was transformed. In the midst of fear, the light of faith was kindled.
"Fear not, for I am with you" — these words resonated in my heart with a depth I had never known before.
Six months later, I found work and my health recovered. But the greatest change was that my relationship with God had deepened. I learned that in suffering, God is closer than ever.