We Rebuild
How many times do we rebuild? We rebuild when life knocks us flat and we lose everything we thought we had. When the dust settles and we’re left standing in the ruins of what used to be— a dream, a plan, a version of ourselves—broken and scattered. Still, somehow, we gather what’s left and begin again. We rebuild when we don’t have the tools or the resources. When all we have are trembling hands and a whisper of hope. We find small ways—quiet, often unseen ways—to make it work. We make do. We stretch. We improvise. Because something deep within us refuses to quit. We rebuild when no one believes in us. When support disappears and even our reflection looks uncertain. But faith shows up, even in the silence. And we take one more step, with nothing but a spark inside and the sacred conviction: "There must be more." We rebuild when the ground is dry and hard, when lifting the jembe feels like lifting the weight of the world. And when we can’t dig another hole, we pause— not in su...