In John 12:27–36, Jesus whispers, “Now my soul is troubled.” That single line has stayed with me. If even he could admit trouble, then I can too. Life rarely hands us the whole picture — just puzzle pieces scattered across the table. We ache for the box top, but most of the time we only hold the next piece in our hand.

Sometimes what others call thunder feels like a voice to us. Sometimes a song on the radio feels like reassurance. What matters most is not convincing others of what we’ve heard, but noticing what awakens inside us.

Trouble is not weakness. It is the threshold where light begins. Borrowed light fades when its source is gone. But we are invited to walk in our own light — children of light, carrying forward the pieces we are given.

Would you like to get a glimpse of this inner space? Close your eyes and sit quietly for a few minutes, focusing on your breath and watching your random thoughts settle down. Now, ask yourself this question. How old do you feel inside? If we're honest with ourselves, it's difficult to place a number on it. If we do, most likely, it bears no resemblance to our chronological age. Do this often, and, like John, you will become acquainted with that ageless and timeless "you" that inhabits your body.