At ten years old, I watched a solid wall become a door. I did not yet understand construction, but I learned something more important: the world is not as fixed as it looks.

A morning reflection on design as work, uncertainty as fuel, and why makers are granted a quiet reset each day before the world begins to speak.

A prayer for endurance — for steady hands, a clear mind, and the grace to keep building. Each act of making a continuation of the devotion that began long before us.