The Spark Behind the Word ‘Essential’
The Spark Behind the Word ‘essential’
“Essential” a small word with major authority. It doesn’t just suggest importance; it tells us what truly matters. Health, happiness, even tea it all comes down to what is essential.
Lately, I’ve been asking myself, “Who was I before the wounds?” I travel back through the 3-year-old, 10-year-old, 14-year-old, 16-year-old versions of me; each carrying pivotal moments, some painful, some buried, many shaping who I am today. Even now, life’s challenges sometimes trace a winding path back to those childhood experiences.
Through it all, I’ve come to see the essential me:
Forgiving, sometimes to a fault.
Loving and kind.
Creative, artistic, a daydreamer.
Uniquely different, and proud of it.
As a child, I dreamed of being a counselor or teacher, inspired by those who listened and saw me. While I may not hold a formal title, I’ve lived into that calling through encouraging others, creating safe spaces, and choosing compassion.
I used to say, “I’m not who I used to be.” Now I see I am not what I used to be but what I used to be, combined with all I’ve endured, shaped the dignity, character, and quiet strength within me.
And that is ESSENTIAL.
Reflection: Who were you before the wounds? What parts of that person still live in you today?
Essential
“Essential” a small word with major authority. It doesn’t just suggest importance; it tells us what truly matters. Health, happiness, even tea it all comes down to what is essential.
Lately, I’ve been asking myself, “Who was I before the wounds?” I travel back through the 3-year-old, 10-year-old, 14-year-old, 16-year-old versions of me; each carrying pivotal moments, some painful, some buried, many shaping who I am today. Even now, life’s challenges sometimes trace a winding path back to those childhood experiences.
Through it all, I’ve come to see the essential me:
Forgiving, sometimes to a fault.
Loving and kind.
Creative, artistic, a daydreamer.
Uniquely different, and proud of it.
As a child, I dreamed of being a counselor or teacher, inspired by those who listened and saw me. While I may not hold a formal title, I’ve lived into that calling through encouraging others, creating safe spaces, and choosing compassion.
I used to say, “I’m not who I used to be.” Now I see I am not what I used to be but what I used to be, combined with all I’ve endured, shaped the dignity, character, and quiet strength within me.
And that is ESSENTIAL.
Reflection: Who were you before the wounds? What parts of that person still live in you today?
The Spark Behind the Word ‘Enough’
The Spark Behind the Word ‘Enough’
Enough a word of quiet strength, speaking of worthiness, sufficiency, and the truth that nothing more is needed to be valued. Whole is a reminder that nothing is lacking, even when we feel shattered.
For a long time, I didn’t truly believe I was enough or whole. I carried shame, buried thoughts, and pain that made me feel unworthy. Subconsciously, I moved through life thinking something was missing, even though God had already declared me complete.
Through Scripture and lived experience, I realized I was created whole from the beginning. Not lacking. Not incomplete. Just… whole. Yet, false narratives from youth comparison, rejection, misunderstanding had quietly shaped my self-view.
I’ve learned the power of words both those spoken to us and those we speak over ourselves. Words can wound, but they can also heal, restore, and ignite hope. That’s why every word matters; there’s a spark behind it.
Reflection:
What’s the spark behind the word for you? Is it lifting you up, or holding you back? Speak words that free, that heal, that restore. You are already enough. Already whole. Just as He created you to be.
Enough a word of quiet strength, speaking of worthiness, sufficiency, and the truth that nothing more is needed to be valued. Whole is a reminder that nothing is lacking, even when we feel shattered.
For a long time, I didn’t truly believe I was enough or whole. I carried shame, buried thoughts, and pain that made me feel unworthy. Subconsciously, I moved through life thinking something was missing, even though God had already declared me complete.
Through Scripture and lived experience, I realized I was created whole from the beginning. Not lacking. Not incomplete. Just… whole. Yet, false narratives from youth comparison, rejection, misunderstanding had quietly shaped my self-view.
I’ve learned the power of words both those spoken to us and those we speak over ourselves. Words can wound, but they can also heal, restore, and ignite hope. That’s why every word matters; there’s a spark behind it.
Reflection:
What’s the spark behind the word for you? Is it lifting you up, or holding you back? Speak words that free, that heal, that restore. You are already enough. Already whole. Just as He created you to be.