Here I stood, and here I melted. Into a moment where nothing made sense, yet everything clicked to center. Thoughts, feelings and dreams fell in line, like iron shavings around a magnet.
Do you remember the last time you felt small? But small in a way that made you so glad to be small. Glad that you didn't have to shoulder the world's problems or ills or expectations for a moment.
Here, the gaping wounds don't make you feel afraid, they're peeks into promises of restoration. Reminders that the crags and the confusion, the bumps and upside-downs... are where rainbows are born.
