No more pretending. Just faith, even if it’s small.


Starting From the Dust
I knew the truth once—
walked steady, close to something sacred,
felt it breathe beside me.
But louder voices pulled at my name,
and I turned.
I let the world speak over the quiet,
let fear rise, let pride burn,
until I could no longer hear
what once felt like home.
I lost the path.
I lost the light.
I wandered through nights
that didn’t seem to end.
And still—
here I am.
Starting from the dust,
hands unsteady, learning trust again.
I bring no eloquence, no offerings—
just a heart in pieces,
still reaching.
Still hoping
to belong.
I ran farther than I thought I could,
called temptation truth,
wore my choices like armor
until they turned into chains.
Time slipped through me—
wasted, heavy.
And now I stand here
with nothing left to hide.
I don’t know the right words anymore.
I don’t know how to pray.
But I know this—
I don’t want to be lost again.
If mercy still opens its doors,
then this is where I stay.
So here I am—
no excuses, no illusions,
just faith I barely understand
and hands that refuse to close.
Scars uncovered,
hope uncovered,
waiting to be seen.
I was lost—
but now something in me sees again.
Not clearly, not perfectly—
but enough to turn back.
If grace is real,
let it fall over me.
If love still waits,
let it find me here.
Not whole, not worthy—
just willing.
Because I don’t need perfection.
I need truth.
I need a heart
that can begin again.
And step by step,
I will walk forward—
even trembling,
even breaking,
even through tears.
I will choose the light
when it feels far away.
I will choose it again
and again.
I was lost—
but now I hear something calling me
by name.
Soft at first,
then undeniable.
And I won’t turn away this time.
From dust I rise,
not by strength,
but by love
that never let me go.

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