Blessed are you.
Blessed are you who ask this question: How did I end up here? You who are wounded, burnt out, in a cycle you can’t escape. Who seeks to turn every stone to figure out why you still ache.
Blessed are you who believed the past was in the past until you stumbled over a stone poking up from the ground, the same spot where you buried pain with prayer, ambition, and positive thinking.
Blessed are you who bend your knee to understand the truth beneath the stone. You who dig up the stories you shoveled deep, retrace your steps that led to this point, and welcome friends to lift what is heavy.
Blessed are you who befriend your past. You who offer company to the parts of you still hurting, seeking to be healed—longing to be found.
Blessed are you, curious heart, for yours is the healing you desire.
