🕳️ Entry 018 // The Hole That Remains
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Grief doesn’t ask permission. It just walks in and makes a bed out of your chest.
People say time heals.
But time just teaches you how to walk with a limp.
I still talk to people who are gone.
Not because I believe they can hear me—
But because I need to remember how my voice sounded
when I wasn’t this hollow.
The gospel is this:
You can be full of holes and still be holy.
Reflection:
What piece of you is missing… and what did it teach you about what’s left?