Day Five: This little light of mine.
There are no perfect people.
We’re 0 for 107 billion on that one.
Every single person you’ve ever met, even the ones who look like they have it all together, they’ve got their own pain. Loss. Divorce. Disease. A broken heart. A silent disappointment. Something they wish they could undo.
The people I’ve learned the most from?
They’re the ones who’ve been through hell and somehow found a way to keep going. Not untouched. Marked. Scarred. Changed. But still moving. Still loving. Still showing up.
Wisdom isn’t shiny. It’s not slick. It’s what shows up when you’ve been beat up by life and you choose to stay tender anyway.
There’s this thing I see in them: they’re willing to be vulnerable. To tell the truth when asked. To say, “Yeah, that hurt,” without flinching.
They carry what Brennan Manning called a “victorious limp.”
God, I love that. Not despite the pain. Nope. But because of it.
I’m learning to do the same. Slowly. Awkwardly. Opening up instead of shutting down. Sharing the old wounds I used to hide.
And when I do, something beautiful happens.
I become more human.
And someone else feels less alone.
Rumi said, “Your wound is where the light enters you.”
That feels true for me today.
Maybe it’s true for you, too.
Mantra \ Prayer:
"This little light is not just for me."
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Steve Knox | Carmel, CA