The best I have to give doesn’t come from my strength. It comes from my cracks.
It comes from where I’m weak, vulnerable, worn, real.
It comes from the places where life momentarily took away peace in order to return even more peace to me.
My purpose spills up from these cracks and from the lessons learned.
I crave growth, not to surpass, but to hold more hands along the way.
Through the Cracks
