A Dark World Made Light - Roach-Koger, Tina Ann
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Everyone has an Angel-a Guardian who walks beside us, unseen yet always present. They are the silent watchers, the keepers of our fragile hope. We may not recognize them, for their forms are as fluid as the wind. One day, they may appear as a wrinkled old man whose eyes carry lifetimes of wisdom. Another day, they may come as a child, innocent and pure, with a voice that carries more strength than an army. Their appearances deceive, for within them is a fire, fierce and unyielding, stronger than any dragon you could ever dream of. But these Guardians are not here to fight our wars for us. They…mehr

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Everyone has an Angel-a Guardian who walks beside us, unseen yet always present. They are the silent watchers, the keepers of our fragile hope. We may not recognize them, for their forms are as fluid as the wind. One day, they may appear as a wrinkled old man whose eyes carry lifetimes of wisdom. Another day, they may come as a child, innocent and pure, with a voice that carries more strength than an army. Their appearances deceive, for within them is a fire, fierce and unyielding, stronger than any dragon you could ever dream of. But these Guardians are not here to fight our wars for us. They do not lift our swords or shield us from every blow. Instead, they lean close, whispering into the chambers of our hearts. They remind us of the truth we so easily forget: that the power to shape the world is not in their hands, but in ours. It has always been us-it will always be us-who hold the pen that writes the story of creation. We may deny them. We may laugh at the thought of angels. We may harden our hearts and say they cannot exist. Yet, they come regardless. They appear in unexpected places, in the cracks of our days, in the silence between storms. They arrive at strange times-just when despair seems to win-through faces we least expect. They can speak through a friend, a stranger, even through the lips of those we call enemies. And if we will not listen, they will thunder through the voices of demons themselves, shattering our illusions, daring us to rise, to fight, to reclaim what is ours. They ask us to let go. To release the hurt that poisons us, the pain that chains us, the guilt that blinds us. They ask, "What are you imagining right now?" Because imagination itself is a weapon, and the world you shape in your mind has the power to be just as real, just as tangible, as the sorrow you clutch so tightly. And then comes the greater mystery. The question whispered through eternity: Whose story is this? Who draws the curtain on the stage of our lives? Who chooses the rhythm of our steps in this endless dance? Who pushes us toward madness, who lashes us with suffering, who crowns us with triumph when we survive the impossible? Who is it that blesses the ones we love through the lives we live? Who sends monsters against us, yet sings in the same breath that we will never truly perish? Who, in the end, teaches us what is real, and how to laugh at the lies that bind us? Who decides the reason we live, and what sacred cause we would die to defend? Who forges our chains, and who, at last, holds the key that can set us free? It has never been anyone else. It has always been you. You are the wielder of every weapon you will ever need. You are the breaker of chains, the writer of destiny, the Guardian you've been waiting for. And now, it is time-time to rise, to claim your story, to fight.