Healing a Burned Soul

This is my why. People ask me, “Why are you so passionate about helping others?” This is the answer. That little girl in the photo is me — little Kelsay. Smiling. Bright. Full of wonder. Carrying more pain than most could imagine, yet still choosing joy. Even then, God was writing a story I didn’t yet understand — forming purpose from pain, calling light out of ashes. Tonight, the pain was loud. My leg burned down into my toes, the nerves beneath my scars screaming like fire.

A line from Soul on Fire has been echoing in my heart. A little girl asks John, “If you could go back and stop it from ever happening, would you?” I sat with that question longer than I expected. Would I change it? Would I choose a different story if I could? Would I ask God to spare me the pain and suffering of every situation? As I kept pondering, the question widened. What if I had pursued being a doctor? When I was in elementary and middle school, I dreamed of becoming a

Parts one and two reflected God’s love and the lessons it has taught me along the way—truths carved into my life in quiet moments, in painful seasons, and in the spaces where I could only pray and trust. This final part is where those lessons settled into my bones. These are not theories or ideals—they are lived realities. They are what remained after the dust settled, after the wounds began to scar, and after I realized that survival was no longer the goal—living was. I pray