Thresholds

I’ve always been drawn to thresholds—
doors, windows, walkways, steps.

Only later did I understand why.
Long before I could name it, time was placing me where I needed to be—
quietly shaping who I would become.

What we do at thresholds matters.
How we move through them shapes what follows.
Some draw us closer to God and to ourselves.
Others risk fracturing us and pulling us away
if we don’t know whether to retreat, to stay, or how to move through.

Not every threshold is meant to be crossed.
Some are meant to be stood within—not always forever,
but long enough to learn what staying can teach us.

Staying is not the same as remaining stuck.
There are thresholds that must be left, and others that must be crossed.
Discernment is knowing the difference—