There were so many times before
when the ache came like a tidal wave
and I ran.
Numbed it.
Avoided it.
Drowned it in distraction or drink
or someone else’s arms.
But not this time.
This time, I felt it.
Let the tears sting without closing my eyes.
Let the memory burn without turning away.
Let the love rise
without fear that it would wreck me.
And you know what?
It didn’t wreck me.
It restored me.
Because this time…
I didn’t run.
I stayed.
I stayed with her.
I stayed with me.
On Mother’s Nativity,
I was reborn with the ache.
I crowned myself in remembrance.
And I whispered:
“Even if it hurts—this time, I choose to stay.”
Today’s Reflection:
Let this drop anchor into the part of you that once fled, and now returns with sacred stillness. This is the vow renewal of your soul’s evolution.
Today’s Devotion:
Place your hand on your belly and say out loud:
“I didn’t run this time. I stayed with her. I stayed with me.”
Let the echo of that truth ripple through every timeline you once abandoned.
