…We are very good at talking. We talk about doing better, being better, choosing differently. We make lists, set intentions, whisper promises to ourselves in the quiet moments. But what happens when January comes and life feels the same? What are the ramifications of not making the change? Of staying stuck in patterns we know no longer serve us?…
…At Christmas time, joy feels amplified. It fills our homes, our churches, our streets, and our hearts. We decorate, we gather, we give, and we remember. We remember why this season exists in the first place, the birth of Christ, a symbol of love given freely, of hope entering the world through humility, of joy arriving not with noise, but with purpose…
…When someone like that leaves your life, it leaves a huge void.
There is no gentle way to describe it. No poetic phrase that fully captures the absence. It is a gap; wide, unexpected, and painfully quiet. A space where laughter once lived…
…We don’t always realise how delicate trust is until we’re standing in the middle of shattered pieces, trying to figure out how something so strong, so dependable, could suddenly become so fragile…
…Not every burden was meant for us. Not every weight is ours to carry…