{"id":1364,"date":"2025-08-08T06:16:39","date_gmt":"2025-08-08T06:16:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/?p=1364"},"modified":"2025-08-09T07:32:50","modified_gmt":"2025-08-09T07:32:50","slug":"your-wilderness-wanderer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/creative-writing\/your-wilderness-wanderer\/","title":{"rendered":"Your Wilderness Wanderer"},"content":{"rendered":"\n


\u201c I sleep at 3 a.m. Not because I want to but because I can\u2019t stop.My mind keeps running, my thumb keeps scrolling,and I\u2019m still looking for something, I don\u2019t even know how to name.
I hate mornings. I hate the noise, the people,the pretending.But my phone keeps ringing,
and my heart keeps beating..I don\u2019t even know if I\u2019m moving or just stuck in the same dream
repeating over and over. Is this all there is? The world feels so big. Still I can’t  fit in it.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wrote those lines last night before I passed out with the screen still glowing.
Another night of noise. Of scrolling through perfect faces, fake laughs… But something changed when I opened my eyes….

No buzzing phones. No shouting voices. Just wind whispering through the trees and the soft crackle of leaves beneath my feet. I don\u2019t know how I ended up here\u2026Maybe I needed to escape. Maybe the world got too loud. Maybe I was just tired.
The wilderness is strange. Quiet, but not empty.
There\u2019s no food here. No roof. No map. Just me\u2026 and Him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I honestly didn\u2019t see Him at first. And then, a voice not heard with ears but known deep within in me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I trembled not because I was scared, but because I wasn\u2019t. Not anymore.
 He didn’t bring bread, but He brought comfort.
I remember some things He once said, about sparrows being cared for, and flowers clothed in beauty without worry. He reminded me of who I was. Not the girl the world wanted me to be. Not the one who had to perform, or prove, or please.
Just His.
And that was enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When the sun began to set, I thought I\u2019d be afraid again.
 But I wasn\u2019t. Because I knew, even in the wilderness , I am never alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Creative writing by: Abigail Blessan<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u201c I sleep at 3 a.m. Not because I want to but because I can\u2019t stop.My mind keeps running, my thumb keeps scrolling,and I\u2019m still looking for something, I don\u2019t even know how to name.I hate mornings. I hate the noise, the people,the pretending.But my phone keeps ringing,and my heart keeps beating..I don\u2019t even know if I\u2019m moving or just stuck in the same dreamrepeating over and over. Is this all there is? The world feels so big. Still I can’t  fit in it.\u201d I wrote those lines last night before I passed out with the screen still glowing.Another night of noise. Of scrolling through perfect faces, fake laughs… But something changed when I opened my eyes…. No buzzing phones. No shouting voices. Just wind whispering through the trees and the soft crackle of leaves beneath my feet. I don\u2019t know how I ended up here\u2026Maybe I needed to escape. Maybe the world got too loud. Maybe I was just tired.The wilderness is strange. Quiet, but not empty.There\u2019s no food here. No roof. No map. Just me\u2026 and Him. I honestly didn\u2019t see Him at first. And then, a voice not heard with ears but known deep within in me. I trembled not because I was scared, but because I wasn\u2019t. Not anymore. He didn’t bring bread, but He brought comfort.I remember some things He once said, about sparrows being cared for, and flowers clothed in beauty without worry. He reminded me of who I was. Not the girl the world wanted me to be. Not the one who had to perform, or prove, or please.Just His.And that was enough. When the sun began to set, I thought I\u2019d be afraid again. But I wasn\u2019t. Because I knew, even in the wilderness , I am never alone. Creative writing by: Abigail Blessan<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1361,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[25],"tags":[26],"class_list":["post-1364","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-creative-writing","tag-abigail-blessan"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1364","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1364"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1364\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1434,"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1364\/revisions\/1434"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1361"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1364"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1364"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1364"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}