
16/08/2025
God hid gold in dirt. And when gold was found, it knew that the only way to become the best of itself was to yield to the process.
Sometimes your strength gives way—when it all feels like a chore. Then, everything stops making sense.
So there you are, pushing through, hoping that it will all make sense someday; but that someday seems far off.
You lost the spark in your eyes, the glow that radiated from within—yet no one noticed. When the few who did asked, you had no response apart from the usual “I’m fine,” paired with a dry smile.
Hey, stop fighting those tears.
Stop trying too hard to be strong if it costs you the tenderness within.
Maybe someone needs to remind you: PAIN HELD FOR TOO LONG HARDENS THE HEART.
And tears held for too long steal the spark in your eyes.
It’s okay to let all the pent-up emotions out. You owe yourself a break from these suppressed aches.
I know it hasn’t been a smooth sail, so I cheer you on for coming this far. Look back and remember the storms you passed through—and congratulate yourself too!
I’m not promising that it will all go away. But I know for sure that every storm you sailed through left you stronger and wiser. Don’t let the pain take that from you.
If God let that mountain stand before you, it’s because He knows there’s something in you that can move it. You just need to find it—and let it flow out.
So I learned that I’m never caught up in a storm.
I AM THE STORM.
With head up, chin up, nose up—
THE EAGLE USES THE STORM TO SOAR; IT DOESN’T SINK WITH IT.
©Theophila Chinaemerem Edeh