Keep the Watchtower Flame Lit

Some of us weren’t born into safety.
We weren’t handed opportunities or platforms.
We learned how to survive before we ever learned how to dream.

And yet…
Somehow, we still became the ones standing on the cliffs—tending a flame in the night, hoping someone is out there looking for the glow.

Maybe you know what that feels like.
Maybe you've written words that mattered deeply to you, and hit “post” only to be met with silence.
Maybe you’ve poured yourself into a project or a dream or a calling, not because someone promised a reward, but because you couldn’t not do it.

Because you had to light the fire.

You’re not alone.

There are people like us—keepers of quiet fires—who feel called to build something beautiful in a world that doesn’t always notice, or value, or understand. People who write books, start ministries, raise families, rebuild lives. People who carry a light even when no one seems to be watching.

We don’t light our flames for fame.
We light them for the ones still out at sea—
the ones wandering in fog,
the ones who have almost given up,
the ones like we once were.

It only takes one person seeing that glow for everything to change.
One connection. One open door. One whispered, “I see you.”

But even if they haven’t come yet—keep the flame lit.
Even if they never say a word—keep the flame lit.
Because your light isn’t wasted. It’s seen by Heaven. It’s felt by the hurting.
And one day, someone will come down the shoreline and say:

“It was your light I saw. It kept me going. I didn’t know who you were… but your fire led me home.”

So if you’re tired, if you’re wondering if it matters, if you’re aching for a sign:
This is it.

Keep the watchtower flame lit.
The night is long—but you were born to shine.

And if you’ve ever stayed up too late—exhausted, needing rest—but still couldn’t stop...
Still had to get the words out,
Still had to paint what you saw in your mind,
Still had to pray those fierce, aching prayers for people who may never know…

That’s because the flame in you won’t let you quit.
You were born to carry light. And light like that? It doesn’t go out just because the world goes quiet.

So keep writing.
Keep painting.
Keep praying.

You’re not just keeping the watchtower lit.
You are the flame.