There is a small kingdom in every heart.
Power is not control, it is service.
Status is noise, presence is signal.
Put down the sword of being right.
Pick up the work of being kind.
Build the house you would be proud to host in.
Walls of patience, door of forgiveness, rooms full of ordinary miracles.
This is where togetherness lives.
Not in ceremony, in consistency.
Not in promises, in practice.
Show up, even when it is not convenient.
Especially then.
You do not need permission to love well.
Lead with value, then be the proof.
Speak less, listen more.
Execute the small daily vows that turn intention into legacy.
Walk with me.
We will read the signs in the silence.
We will choose courage over comfort, again and again.
We will bless what is small, because small compounds.
In the end the titles fall away.
What remains is grace, offered and received.
Two people build together and a kingdom appears.
For a moment the world becomes holy, and we are exactly where we are meant to be.
There is a small kingdom in every heart.
Power is not control, it is service.
Status is noise, presence is signal.
Put down the sword of being right.
Pick up the work of being kind.
Build the house you would be proud to host in.
Walls of patience, door of forgiveness, rooms full of ordinary miracles.
This is where togetherness lives.
Not in ceremony, in consistency.
Not in promises, in practice.
Show up, even when it is not convenient.
Especially then.
You do not need permission to love well.
Lead with value, then be the proof.
Speak less, listen more.
Execute the small daily vows that turn intention into legacy.
Walk with me.
We will read the signs in the silence.
We will choose courage over comfort, again and again.
We will bless what is small, because small compounds.
In the end the titles fall away.
What remains is grace, offered and received.
Two people build together and a kingdom appears.
For a moment the world becomes holy, and we are exactly where we are meant to be.
