Why I Began to Ask One Question

People moving through their days, each carrying a story we may never see.

I didn’t begin Made In His Image as a project.

It began as a quiet wondering.

I found myself looking at people and realising how little we know of one another. How easily we assume that what we see on the surface is the whole story. Most of us learn how to look fine, even when life is anything but.

Behind that, everyone is carrying something. Sometimes grief. Sometimes confusion. Sometimes wounds that never fully closed. And yet, even there, I kept noticing moments of light that refused to disappear.

Not because everything had resolved.

But because people are more resilient than we expect.

This wondering did not come from a distance.

I have walked through my own seasons of pain, moments where I felt alone in the dark and unsure of what was ahead. Even then, I found that there were things I could still be thankful for. Small things. Quiet things. Enough to remind me that light had not left.

This is where Made In His Image began to take shape.

Not as a concept, but as a space.

I began to wonder what would happen if we made room for gratitude, not as positivity, but as honesty. What would surface if people were invited to name what they still hold onto, even in unfinished seasons.

So I started asking one simple question.

Not to search for answers.

Not to turn pain into meaning.

But to listen.

What people shared was often small. Ordinary. A person. A memory. A quiet moment. And still, something shifted when it was spoken aloud. As if being heard, without correction or explanation, mattered more than the words themselves.

I believe that even in dark seasons, there are things worth acknowledging. Not because the darkness disappears, but because we do not walk through it alone. Sometimes another person’s story sounds like our own, and in that recognition, something loosens.

This space exists to hold those moments.

To gather stories of gratitude without trying to improve them.

To form a quiet community where light is allowed to exist alongside brokenness.

These stories are not lessons.

They are not conclusions.

They are reminders that even when we fall, even when life takes us off course for a time, there is still something present. Something steady. Something worth noticing.

And for now, that is enough.

Made In His Image

You are made perfectly. Loved deeply. Never beyond hope.

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