The death of one kernel allowed for the birth of many more seeds. If it didn't die, it would remain only one kernel. It wouldn't be as near as effective if it didn't experience death. It wouldn't have been transformed if it hadn't fallen, been broken, been crushed into pieces. What if we allowed ourselves to experience death like one of these kernels? What would happen if we entered into our own brokenness. Allowed ourselves to feel true loss? What would happen if we faced the pain, and embraced the crushing blow of things that need to die within us? Let your losses transform you. Let your deaths resurrect you. If you embrace the process, you will live again. And you will be truly free.