Today’s passage is about the kind of fire that destroys… and sometimes becomes medicine.
Back then, I didn’t know how to channel my fire.
It turned into anger. Addiction. Hustle.
I burned bridges. Built walls. Hurt myself and others.
Pain became my weapon—and my prison.
I thought it made me strong.
Really, it hid the scared boy inside me.
Has your fire ever become a wall instead of a path?