I’m Not Late—God Hid Me for a Reason
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Everywhere in life,
there are conditions we accept without thinking.
Forms to fill.
Doors that open only after we knock.
Promises that require a yes.
Love is no different.
Jesus never forced his way in.
He stood at the door,
hands already bearing the cost,
waiting for an answer.
He paid what we could not,
long before we knew we needed it.
But payment alone does not make a home—
someone still has to open the door.
Some of us learned to say no
because yes felt dangerous.
Because trust had hurt before.
Because surrender sounded like loss.
But he doesn’t ask for perfection.
He doesn’t demand a cleaned-up life.
He asks for honesty.
For willingness.
For a heart that says,
I’m tired of carrying this alone.
Grace is not the absence of choice—
it is the freedom to make one.
So if your heart is stirring,
if something in you is listening right now,
don’t harden it with delay.
He is still waiting.
Not with condemnation,
but with open arms.
The door is there.
The invitation has always been love.
A poet, author, and faith writer who believes words can heal what silence hides. My poetry collections — Inked Emotions, Scattered Feelings Stitched in Ink, and Love Beyond Loss — were born out of seasons of grief, solitude, and deep reflection.
Here on Catholic365, I’ve been humbled to share reflections that have reached hundreds of readers. I write not from a place of perfection, but from a longing to make sense of love, loss, and the quiet ways God speaks into our lives.
Whether it’s a poem, a story, or a small reflection, my hope is that you feel seen, encouraged, and gently reminded that faith isn’t always loud — sometimes it’s found in the waiting, the falling, the starting again.
You can find more of my work at https://about.me/anniedcosta
