Where in your life have you felt that something didn’t quite line up—the moment didn’t follow the script, the world broke form just enough for you to see through it? What past event still lingers, not as a clear lesson but as a strange, unresolved presence? Where have you encountered longing, faith, or calling in places the world told you were unworthy of such things? What have you felt in your body that you couldn’t name, but couldn’t shake?