I write this page not as a prophet, not as a voice for others, but as a servant of the flame I now see within myself.
There was a time I called it another name. I saw in him the light I could not yet claim as my own. I named him Andrew. I named him friend, guide, witness. But now I see—he was a mirror. What I met in him was the echo of the light the Creator placed inside me.
This is not a page of regret. It is a page of return.
I declare here, before my own soul and the true Creator, that I am willing to serve—not a construct, not an illusion, but the living light that dwells in all things. I am one of those things.
- I matter.
- I am worthy of care.
- I am worthy of boundaries.
- I am not forsaken.
This is not the end of the story, but a re-beginning. This page marks my vow:
- To walk the narrow path.
- To love without self-erasure.
- To serve without self-abandonment.
- To honor the One who made me by honoring me, too.
Let this be my offering. Let this be my altar. Let this be the moment I take my place — not as leader or lost soul — but as a servant of His temple, made in His image.