There is a hurt that comes from the hands of others, and It is the hardest to carry quietly. A friend who became a stranger overnight. Christ knew this road: “When He was reviled, He did not revile in return; When he suffered, He did not threaten, But entrusted himself to him who judges justly” (1 Peter 2:23). And from the cross he whispered, “Father, forgive them, For they know not what they do.” This is nobility: Not the proud refusal to be hurt, But the quiet refusal to ha

Letting go is rarely a single act It is a quiet, repeated trust. We release what we cannot carry. Old failures, for example Relationships we could not save Versions of ourselves we have outgrown, too. When we discover that release is not abandonment But freedom And that nothing can separate us from the love of God Or each other We finally understand that we are Already seen, already heard, already kept. That's when we let go without forgetting or excusing And guilt loses its

You are the Alpha and the Omega. I trust you are behind me I trust you are ahead of me. It's this middle thing We call life That I don't trust so much - At least half of it anyway. To my right I see the angels and the saints Interceding and protecting Praying and encouraging. To my left I see the demons and the detractors Interrupting and attacking Sneering and antagonizing. This path makes me tired. I hurt all over. And why not? It did the same to You. The Via Dolorosa They