There’s a sacred kind of ache that comes when we finally see the ways we’ve let ourselves down. Not in shame, but in truth. That quiet, piercing awareness that though we may have shown up for everyone else — dependable, loyal, responsible — we’ve so often failed to show up for ourselves.

I used to think I was a person of integrity simply because I kept my word to others. But the Holy Spirit gently revealed the fracture — the part of me that honoured others at the expense of myself. The part that broke promise after promise to the little girl within who needed me to show up. The woman with dreams, with sacred commitments whispered in the dark.

That is where my integrity had split.

Personal integrity is the alignment between my values and actions. It’s not about being perfect — it’s about being true. True to my principles. True to my word. True to the person God created me to be.

And this is what I’m learning: when I live with integrity, I foster trust — not just with others, but within myself. That trust builds confidence and self-respect, because I know I’m no longer betraying my own heart.

Jesus always honoured His inner and outer worlds. He didn’t wear masks. He wept publicly, prayed honestly, and fulfilled His Father's will even when it cost Him everything. And by the grace of God, so can we — in our fragile becoming, in our broken beauty.

Even now, the Holy Spirit is inviting us to stand in front of the mirror, not with condemnation, but with compassion. To rebuild trust with ourselves. One promise at a time. One "yes" followed through. One sacred "no" honoured.

It’s not too late. The fractured places can be mended. Integrity can be restored.

And in that wholeness, beloved, you will shine.