Failure

Failure has become a surprising companion—less of a threat, more of a teacher. It has softened my soul, exposed my ego, and invited me to let go of fleshly power. When I fail (and I do), I now try to pause, listen, and ask what Jesus might be forming in me. The Cross reminds me that our greatest redemptive work often emerges from apparent loss. So, I no longer fear failure like I once did. Instead, I receive it—sometimes tearfully—as holy ground. Not final, not fatal, but formative. A passageway toward Christlikeness, and maybe even toward joy.