🪜Entry 011 // I Wasn’t Built for Heaven, but I Keep Climbing
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Maybe I wasn’t made for salvation.
But I still build ladders out of broken parts.
I’ve never known peace without a catch.
Every calm came chained to chaos.
Every light had a shadow that didn’t blink.
But I climb anyway.
With splinters in my palms and doubt in my throat.
Not because I think heaven waits—
But because *I* do.
The gospel is this:
Sometimes trying is the most divine thing you’ll ever do.
Reflection:
What do you keep fighting for, even when you know it might not save you?