Think of a time when you felt the invitation to be seen but froze instead.

What name or identity was I protecting in that moment?

What would it mean to revisit that memory with compassion instead of shame?

Legacy often begins quietly—through honesty, small acts of courage, or simply presence.

Where in my current life might someone be learning from the way I show up, even when I don’t realize it?

What light have I been given that I’m now responsible to carry?

Where in my life, leadership, or relationships has clarity come that I can no longer ignore?

And what ripple might begin the moment I stop waiting—and start living from it?

What is one story, scar, or truth I’ve kept hidden out of fear of how it might be perceived?

What if the very thing I’m tempted to hide is the spark someone else is waiting for?

What has my story cost me?

And am I still hiding it behind the façade of perfection, performance, or polish?

Where have I been tempted to equate visibility with value?

How might I redefine impact in my life around faithfulness to purpose, not the size of the audience?

What story, truth, or scar am I still holding in my hand?

What would it look like to release it?

If fear gave me one name and purpose is now giving me another, what is that new name?

Write it down.

Speak it aloud.

Then ask: what choices would align with that name—today?

In what area of leadership—formal or informal—do I sense a responsibility to carry light for others?

What would it look like to steward that light with integrity in one small but intentional way?

What am I still holding in my hand?

A story, a truth, a grief, a gift?

Describe what it might look like to release it—not for attention, but as an act of courage and obedience.

Am I more motivated by echo or applause?

Whose life is quietly echoing through mine—and how can I be that for someone else?

You don’t have to be fearless to live a life that echoes. 

You just have to stop obeying fear. 
The giants are still lying, but now you know better.

You’ve faced your story,
reclaimed your name,
and let the rock go.

So stand on the shoreline.
Let the ripple move.

And remember—
Your scars carry fire.
Your truth carries light.
Your life still echoes. 

Live what matters.