Still Carrying Light
There was a time when I thought strength meant making it through the storm and finally arriving at a place where life felt normal again. I imagined there would be a day when the questions would stop, the fear would fade, and I could look back on this season as something that was simply behind me. Life has a way of teaching us that some journeys don’t have a clear finish line. Instead, they become part of who we are. When everything changed, I spent a long time waiting. I waited for answers, for healing, for life to make sense again. I waited for the day I would finally feel like myself. Somewhere along the way I realized I had been looking for hope as if it were a destination. I believed I would eventually arrive there if I could just make it through the difficult days. What I didn’t understand then was that hope had been walking beside me all along. It wasn’t waiting at the end of the road. It was quietly showing up every single day in ways I almost missed. I see it now in the littl...
