scars,shadows and solace

She looked into my eyes ‎calm, steady, and full of knowing. ‎"Your fears," she said, ‎"are ghosts you’ve fed too long. ‎The weight you carry isn’t yours alone ‎you’ve been punishing yourself ‎for wounds you never gave." ‎ ‎But I saw it ‎the quiet ache in her gaze, ‎like her eyes were holding back storms. ‎Your sorrows are mine now, ‎they seemed to whisper. ‎ ‎“Look,” she said, ‎pulling back the veil of time, ‎“These scars… they’re from the wars I fought ‎when the world was just as cruel to me. ‎But I made it through ‎not to escape, ‎but to leave you a path.” ‎ ‎“A place where your feet won't bleed. ‎A place where shadows mean shelter, ‎not fear. ‎For he who dwells beneath the throne ‎will find rest in the shadow ‎of the Almighty.” ‎ ‎"Do not let go of His hands ‎they will hold you through the storm. ‎Do not let go of His word ‎it will quiet every unrested place within. ‎Let not your gaze stray from His face, ‎for even in your flaws, ‎and in the moments you get it right, ‎He will not give up on you ‎just as I never will." ‎ ‎And in her voice, ‎I found a home ‎for every broken piece of me. ‎