A Quiet Belief - I believe in fairy tales.

My Dear Stranger,

I believe in fairy tales.

Even when some people call it foolish,

even when others whisper that it’s a sin

to believe in something so unreligious.

I believe in fairy tales.

Not the kind with castles made of gold

or endings that arrive without scars—

but the kind where light survives the dark,

where love keeps choosing again,

where mercy rewrites what pain tried to erase.

I believe in my fairy tale.

One written not by fantasy, but by grace.

One written by Jesus—line by line,

through wounds and waiting,

through silence and unanswered prayers.

My Dear Stranger,

My fairy tale doesn’t promise an easy road.

It promises presence.

That I am never alone,

even when the world feels cold,

even when believing costs me understanding, acceptance, or safety.

I believe because hope is how I breathe.

Because faith is how I stay gentle in a world that hardens people.

Because love—real love—has always looked unreasonable to those who are afraid of it.

So let them call me naïve.

Let them misunderstand.

I will keep believing in a story where broken hearts are not discarded,

where tears are counted,

where endings are redeemed,

and where light always has the final word.

I believe in fairy tales—

not to flee the world,

nor because I am escaping reality,

But because my Author has already seen the ending,

And He is smiling.

Your stranger,

Vie