Unforgettable Understanding: The Stepping Stones That Shape Us

We stood in that motel room again—not just a room, but a reflection of something deeper. The last time had been years before, stepping into uncertainty with no plan, no safety net—just faith and each other. Now, here we were again, caught in another stepping stone, a silent moment of realization.

It took me a lifetime of lessons—some repeated too many times—to see what those stepping stones really meant. They aren’t just moments we pass through; they hold onto us, keeping us in place until we learn what we need from them. And sometimes, we’re slow to listen.

People judged. They compared my journey to theirs, unable to see beyond their own path. I was called crazy, misunderstood, but I never accepted that—because I knew my way of seeing the world was different. And difference isn’t insanity. It’s clarity.

The hardest lesson? We are responsible for our own journey. Life doesn’t have to be hard, but we make it that way—chasing after things that don’t last, measuring success in ways that mean nothing when everything falls apart. In the end, what matters is love—the kind we give freely, without condition, without fear. The kind that remains when everything else fades.