
31/07/2025
Sometimes the hardest battles…
are the ones no one even knows you’re fighting.
You still show up.
Still smile.
Still say, “I’m okay.”
When deep down, you’re barely holding it together.
Grief doesn’t always look like tears.
Exhaustion doesn’t always look like rest.
And strength?
It doesn’t always roar.
Sometimes, it’s just choosing to get out of bed
when your soul feels like it’s crumbling.
Maybe you’re in that season now.
Where prayers feel unanswered.
Where you’re questioning your worth, your path, your place in the world.
And you wonder…
“Is there still something good waiting for me?”
Let me tell you this gently:
This is not your breaking.
This is your becoming.
God isn’t absent.
He’s just silent while you’re in class.
Because what you’re going through right now?
It’s not a punishment.
It’s preparation.
It’s the shedding, the stretching, the refining
that comes before the rising.
You’re not behind.
You’re not too late.
And nothing is wrong with you for feeling lost.
This pain has purpose.
This silence has meaning.
And this moment, right here, is sacred.
The version of you on the other side of this storm? She’s unshakable.