Growing up is tough, especially when you start to untangle the threads of your past and face your traumas. How do you handle them? Do you bury them deep and pretend they don’t exist? Try to forget? Lament over them? Or maybe run as far as you can?
But maybe the real path is to sit with them. Invite your traumas to the table, one by one. Trace their edges, talk to them softly, gently—little by little, day by day. Make peace with them, just for a while, until you’re ready to let them go and grow in their absence. It’s not easy. It hurts, it breaks you open, but I promise—they won’t stay forever.
One day, you’ll wake up and realize the grief is gone. The tears might still come, but they’ll feel lighter. And in that moment, you’ll know what freedom feels like. Your traumas may return, pointing fingers and whispering names, but remember this—they do not get to define you. You are so much more.
Walk gently, until your feet carry you to that sacred place where He waits, safe haven. There’s someone out there, always ready to listen, someone who holds the power to heal not only the scars of your past but also the fresh wounds of today. He sees every fragment of your soul—the cracks, the bruises—and still calls you beloved. The One who wove you together from the very beginning can still stitch the broken pieces with tender care. He calls you worthy of His love, and He understands your pain, because He felt it all first.
When you place your hope in Him, you’ll begin to uncover a truth: there’s a perfect, beautiful home awaiting you—a place where healing is no longer needed, and grief cannot exist. It’s a home in Him, prepared for all who believe that He holds the gift of life. Whoever comes to Him will never thirst again, for they find the way in Him. In Him, they find refuge. In Him, they find redemption.
