Some words have a way of holding up a mirror to your soul. When I read L.R. Knost’s reflection, I couldn’t help but think — this is me. This is who God has shaped me to be.
"Here’s to the bridge-builders, the hand-holders, the light-bringers, those extraordinary souls wrapped in ordinary lives who quietly weave threads of humanity into an inhumane world. They are the unsung heroes in a world at war with itself. They are the whisperers of hope that peace is possible. Look for them in this present darkness. Light your candle with their flame. And then go. Build bridges. Hold hands. Bring light to a dark and desperate world. Be the hero you are looking for. Peace is possible. It begins with us." — L.R. Knost
When I read those lines, I could almost hear the Holy Spirit whisper, “This is what you were made for.” It is a calling not of fanfare or recognition, but of quiet, steady faithfulness — walking into the shadows with a light that has been kindled by Christ Himself.
🌉The Bridge-Builders
Bridge-builders aren’t afraid of the messy middle. They stand in the gap when relationships fracture, when communities splinter, when understanding feels out of reach. Building bridges is costly — it takes time, humility, and patience — but it is kingdom work. Christ Himself became the bridge between God and humanity, and now we are called to be bridges for others.
🤝The Hand-Holders
There’s something profoundly human about holding another’s hand — not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually. It’s the act of saying, “You are not alone. I will stand with you in this.” Hand-holders are often found beside hospital beds, in prayer circles, or in the quiet presence of a friend’s grief. They don’t rush the process. They simply stay.
🔦The Light-Bringers
Light-bringers carry hope into dark spaces. They don’t deny the reality of the shadows, but they refuse to let darkness define the story. The light they carry isn’t their own — it’s the light of Christ within them, a flame that no circumstance can extinguish.
📖 "Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven." — Matthew 5:16 (NKJV)
This is the work I know I am called to — the sacred weaving of connection, healing, and hope. Whether in an art studio, a prayer circle, or over coffee with someone whose world is crumbling, I want my life to be a bridge to the heart of God.
It isn’t always easy. The world often feels at war with itself, and darkness can be thick. Yet, I have learned that even the smallest flame — a kind word, a gentle hand, a steadfast presence — can change the atmosphere.
So I choose to keep building bridges where others burn them, to hold hands when people are tempted to let go, and to carry light where the night is at its deepest. Not because I am strong on my own, but because His light burns within me, and it cannot be extinguished.
🙌Prayer:
Lord, thank You for entrusting me with the calling to be a bridge-builder, a hand-holder, and a light-bearer. May my life reflect Your love in the quiet and unseen places. Use me to bring hope where there is despair, peace where there is conflict, and light where there is darkness. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
You are not just looking for a hero, beloved.
By His grace, you already are one.
Keep shining. Peace is possible. It begins with us.
Tuesday, 12 August 2025
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