alone.
To the east, I lay.
To the west, my house.
Bet when I stand up
I’m as quiet as a mouse.
This path taken,
I forge alone.
Building walls,
Laying bricks,
Piece by piece,
I constructed a home.
TODAY’S REFLECTION
I wrote this poem during my early teenage years when solitude felt like safety. Being alone wasn’t just a mood—it was a coping mechanism. I built emotional walls, brick by brick, and convinced myself that isolation was peace. But over time, I started to realize that God didn’t create use to live that way.
Now, looking back, I understand that true home isn’t found in hiding—it’s found in Him and through community. Yes, we’re called to love others, to let people in—but we’re also called to guard our hearts. Not by building walls out of fear, but by trusting God to lead and protect us in every connection.
So, if you’re in a season of isolation, I get it. But know this: You aren’t meant to stay there forever. Your healing may start in solitude, but your purpose will unfold in connection. I write this note as a reminder: We weren’t created to do life alone.
“God sets the lonely in families.” - Psalm 68:6