Don’t Lose the Spark That Makes YOU!

Written By Kriss Titus

In the depths of night, when shadows stretch long and doubts whisper loud, remember the spark that makes you. It is the flicker of your soul’s fire, the quite glow that refuses to be extinguished by storms or silence.

The spark is not always loud or bright. Sometimes it is soft beneath the noise, gentle warmth that holds you steady when the world feels cold. It is the essence of your being, the light that guides you back to yourself.

Like a candle in the wind, your spark may flicker and dance, but it does not vanish. It bends with the wind, breeze, it leans into the wind, but it remains. The resilience is your strength, a testament to your enduring spirit.

While life dims the lights around you, lean into your inner glow. Nurture it with kindness, feed it with hope, and protect it with grace. Your spark is a beacon-not just yourself, but for those who find their way by your light.

Remember, the spark makes you unique and irreplaceable. It carries your dreams, your truths. Do not lose it. Hold it close, cherish it, and let it shine.

 

Kriss Titus

Storytelling is not just what I do- it’s who I am. As a writer, I believe stories are a lifeline, threads that connect generations, emotions, and truths too deep for facts alone.

My love for storytelling began in a quite ritual: each evening, my father would read to me before bedtime. Nursery rhymes, fables, and the classic books he grew up with filled our nights. I remember the joy of listening to his voice shift with each character, the way he brought stories to life with tone and tenderness. Those moments were more than entertainment-they were inheritance.

Today, I hold his childhood books in my possession. They are worn, beloved, and sacred. They are my father’s gift to me, a legacy of imagination and connection. I have continued this tradition with my own children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, passing on the magic of storytelling one page at a time.

Storytelling for me is generational memory. It is how we remember, how we heal, and how we lead. It is the heart of my writing and the soul of my work.

Alongside reading aloud, I’ve come to see writing especially through my blog-as another way to share this magical gift. Writing allows me to explore stories that are harder to speak, stories that carry deep emotion and meaning. It’s a space where memory can unfold slowly, where others can find comfort, connection, and inspiration in the words I share.

The tradition has become more than a bedtime ritual it’s a way of staying connected. Through storytelling. I’ve found a way to carry what my father gave me: a sense of wonder, a voice that comforts, and a way to make meaning from memory. Each time I read aloud, I’m reminded that stories don’t just entertain – they help us hold on to what matters.

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