It’s not the new and shiny that tells stories. It’s not the perfect, the cookie-cutter, the predictable. It’s not the straight road. Not the easy, not the painless.
You find stories in the cracks. In the light that gets in. In the gold that fills them. Mends them.
They talk about sweat and tears, those cracks. About gritted teeth, hard work and courage. About the refusal to give up. They talk about detours and getting lost.
They talk about trust and faith and grace. Acceptance. Forgiveness. Gratitude. About learning and growing, and about the strength that is vulnerability.
Hope, mostly. Beauty, of course. And love. It always comes back to love.
Showing the cracks takes courage. But here’s the thing: It’s the only story worth telling.