Personal Reflection
Pain has a way of carving out space we never asked for. I’ve cursed my wounds, tried to stitch them shut, tried to pretend they were never there. But the more I covered them, the heavier they became. Somewhere along the line, I realized they weren’t just scars—they were doorways. Every hurt cracked me open, and in those fractures something unexpected slipped in: a glimpse of grace, a sliver of strength, a light I couldn’t have found otherwise.

Reflective Prompt
What wound in your life shaped you in a way you didn’t expect? Did it bring something into your life you might have missed otherwise?