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My Daily Musings-April 1st, 2026

Sometimes we don’t realize how far we’ve wandered until we find ourselves in a place that feels dark, empty, and unfamiliar. Maybe we never meant to go that far. Maybe it happened slowly, one small step at a time.

I recently heard a line that stayed with me:
“I hit a door. I didn’t know that there was a door, but somehow in that dark nothingness, I fell against the door, and it opened for me.”

That image has stayed in my heart.

Even in our lowest, most broken places… there is a door.

We might not see it at first. We might not even know it’s there. But as we reach out—hesitantly, imperfectly—we find it. And when it opens, light pours in.

Jesus Christ is that door.

No matter how far we feel we’ve fallen, no matter how heavy the weight of our mistakes or regrets, we are never beyond His reach. He is not waiting for us to become perfect before we come—He is the way back. The only way.

This Holy Week, instead of letting discouragement take hold, we can choose hope. Because through Him, redemption is always possible. Through Him, we can return home.

Have you ever felt that moment when a “door” opened just when you needed it most?
What would it look like to reach for the Savior today, even in something small?

Because no matter where we are, He is still there—waiting, guiding, and inviting us to come home.

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