The Path Worn Smooth by Love

In the hills outside Assisi, there is a narrow stone path connecting the town to the small chapel of San Damiano. Francis walked that path nearly every day for years — not because anyone forced him, but because the chapel held everything he loved. Over time, his sandals wore grooves into the limestone. Seven centuries later, you can still see them — shallow depressions in the rock where devotion left its fingerprint.…