Not every smile is kindness. Not every hand is meant to heal. Some wear halos made of polished words, while hiding storms beneath their sleeves. Discernment is not judgment. It is the quiet lantern of the soul, lighting the path between what glitters and what is truly gold. I've trusted voices that echoed like home, only to find empty rooms. I've walked away from those who shouted, and found peace in whispered truth. Time became my greatest teacher. Pain became an honest friend. Together they taught me that wisdom is earned, not borrowed. So now I listen beyond the words. I watch what actions choose to say. For truth leaves footprints, while deception is forever sweeping them away. And if there is one gift this winding road has given me, it is the courage to see clearly... For discernment is not seeing the world as we wish it to be, but having the strength to see it as it truly is. By Jason Strickland