I feel this. I’ve been just so quiet, barely able to whisper the right prayer. Because what is the right prayer? Is it enough. It’s so hard to look, it’s so heavy. Yet it’s so hard not to, because I need to pray.
Tanner, your words strike like a psalm scribbled in the margins of grief—a lamentation with just enough hope to keep the candle lit.
"Along the way, it won’t all be okay"—ain’t that the truth we spend our whole lives trying not to hear until the storm makes it unavoidable. And yet, you let the ache breathe without suffocating it with clichés. That’s rare. That’s sacred.
Hope like a whisper. Faith like a bruise. And God still sitting with us in the diner, sipping coffee, saying, “I know.”
Thank you for not rushing to resurrection before honoring the tomb.
I live just west of Houston, so this has been prevalent on social media feeds. My heart aches for the days of going through rubble, water, trees... and still some are "missing."
What hurts in my gut are the ones who try to turn this into a racial or political battle. Don't you people have any compassion?
Tanner, thank you for addressing this with your perfect prayerful poetry. 🙏🏻✝️⛈️⛈️🧡
I feel this. I’ve been just so quiet, barely able to whisper the right prayer. Because what is the right prayer? Is it enough. It’s so hard to look, it’s so heavy. Yet it’s so hard not to, because I need to pray.
Amen, I really enjoyed reading this prayer & poem. May God continue to bless you.
Thank you for your beautiful words and the prayer. I pray for all those who are suffering. May God Bless them and you.
beautiful Hope. thank you ❤️
Thank you for this❤️
Amen.
You may have said you couldn’t look, but your words helped me feel deeply even as I too want to turn away and pretend it didn’t happen.
Amen and Amen. Thank you Tanner for spreading hope amidst such a heavy season.
We always HOLD ONTO HOPE for Hope is GOD...thank you for such beautiful words in such a devastating time
Tanner, your words strike like a psalm scribbled in the margins of grief—a lamentation with just enough hope to keep the candle lit.
"Along the way, it won’t all be okay"—ain’t that the truth we spend our whole lives trying not to hear until the storm makes it unavoidable. And yet, you let the ache breathe without suffocating it with clichés. That’s rare. That’s sacred.
Hope like a whisper. Faith like a bruise. And God still sitting with us in the diner, sipping coffee, saying, “I know.”
Thank you for not rushing to resurrection before honoring the tomb.
Beautiful, heavy, heartbreaking, and hopeful. You are always sharing hope - thank you.
Thank you, Tanner. Beautifully written and blessed. Maranatha!
Hope...thank you Tanner. For when all else is gone there is still hope 🙏
When we find it hard to find the words, thank you for doing it for us.
Thank you, Tanner. Your words are consoling in this so heavy time.
"Give them hope, when hoping feels impossible."
I live just west of Houston, so this has been prevalent on social media feeds. My heart aches for the days of going through rubble, water, trees... and still some are "missing."
What hurts in my gut are the ones who try to turn this into a racial or political battle. Don't you people have any compassion?
Tanner, thank you for addressing this with your perfect prayerful poetry. 🙏🏻✝️⛈️⛈️🧡