“No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven, unless its roots reach down to hell!”
-Carl Jung

There was a time I thought I was meant to be perfect.

Clean edges. No scars. Pure light. But the more I searched for light, the more I saw my own shadow.

And then I understood:
Perfection is the mask,
Wholeness is the face beneath it.

God doesn’t want statues. He wants hearts that have burned and still beat. He wants truth, not polish. And truth carries cracks, bruises, echoes of grief, and glimmers of joy.

I am not here to rise above my wounds. I am here to walk through them. To gather the broken pieces and call them mine. Not to be flawless… but to be whole.

And now, as I write this, my eyes bath in tears, because my soul knows it is true…

…and God is showing me that I am on the right path!