Healing a Burned Soul

All winter long the branches stand  like empty arms stretched against the sky,  no leaves to show the life within,  just quiet limbs that seem to sigh. The wind moves through their fragile frame,  the frozen air has called the world to be still,  yet deep beneath the bark and wood  a hidden pulse obeys God’s will. And buried deep in frozen ground  where silent, sleeping bulbs remain,  no sunlight warms the darkened earth,  no gentle whisper calls their name. Yet still they wa

Since I was a child, there has been a particular narrative playing in my mind about my own story. It was a story filled with blame. The phrases replayed over and over in my thoughts: “I was chewing on the string.” “I disobeyed.” “It was my fault.” Even though the accident happened when I was only four years old, the weight of responsibility somehow attached itself to my heart. Those quiet accusations followed me as I grew up, tying shame to the scars on my body and shaping th

We’ve all heard the phrases. “Pain is weakness leaving the body.” “Pain has a purpose.” “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” They sound powerful. Clean. Motivational. But lingering pain? Pain that stays for days… weeks… Pain that doesn’t leave when you pray once or rest one night? That kind of pain isn’t poetic. That pain doesnt have a one liner that can heal it completely. As I write this, it’s the middle of the night again. This isn’t the first night it has woken me.