When Everything Built on Falsehood Had to Burn

When Everything Built on Falsehood Had to Burn

I used to think loss was punishment.

Now I wonder if it is protection.

One of the hardest lessons of my life has been learning that not everything that enters our lives is meant to stay.

People.
Partnerships.
Businesses.
Dreams.
Identities.

Sometimes we outgrow them.

Sometimes they outgrow us.

And sometimes they were never built on truth in the first place.

Over the last few years, I watched parts of my life burn to the ground.

A company I had poured my heart into.

Relationships I believed would last.

People I trusted.

People I defended.

People I thought were walking the same path.

When the cracks began to show, I fought to hold it all together.

I wanted to believe that honesty would be enough.

That loyalty would be enough.

That if I loved people hard enough, they would choose integrity too.

I was wrong.

The truth has a frequency of its own.

It eventually exposes what cannot stand beside it.

Leaving was one of the hardest things I have ever done.

It was painful.

It was lonely.

It was misunderstood.

But sometimes we mistake the breaking of chains for the breaking of our hearts.

I know now that I had simply outgrown the container.

I was being asked to build something that could not be built on compromise.

The strange thing about fire is that it does not only destroy.

It reveals.

When everything unnecessary is burned away, what remains is what was always real.

My faith.

My family.

My calling.

The quiet knowing that healing is bigger than protocols and bigger than business.

The understanding that heaven is not only a place we go someday.

It is something we are invited to build, here and now, through truth, courage, and integrity.

I also learned something else.

Not everyone who walks beside your light is there to protect it.

Some are searching for warmth.

Some are searching for direction.

And some are trying to borrow a fire that was never theirs to carry.

Discernment became one of my greatest teachers.

I had to learn the difference between what was authentic and what was imitation.

Between the real and what I now call the mimic.

At first, I thought these experiences were detours.

Now I see them as initiations.

Because I could never have found the Origin Field if I had stayed where I was comfortable.

I could never have discovered who I was if I had remained who everyone expected me to be.

Looking back, I no longer wish the fire away.

It cleared the ground.

It made room for something new.

And I have a feeling that many of us are walking through that same fire right now.

If you are, I want you to know this.

Not everything falling apart is a tragedy.

Sometimes it is truth making space for what was always meant to be built.

Rev Dr. Becky