02/15/2026
I will never forget where God brought me from.
Not the nights I cried myself to sleep.
Not the seasons when I felt lost and unsure.
Not the moments when I didn’t think I would make it through.
I remember the confusion. The waiting. The battles no one else saw. I remember feeling stretched beyond my strength and standing at crossroads where I had no clear direction. There were times when hope felt fragile and faith felt small.
But God was faithful.
He met me in places I never want to return to—but places that shaped me. He carried me through storms I didn’t have the power to calm. He closed doors I begged Him to open, only to later show me they would have led me somewhere I didn’t belong.
Looking back, I see His hand in everything. In the protection I didn’t recognize at the time. In the delays that felt frustrating but were actually preparing me. In the strength He gave me when I thought I had none left.
Where I started is not where I am.
Who I was is not who I am becoming.
God lifted me. He restored me. He redirected me. And even in the moments when I questioned Him, He never left me.
I will never forget the prayers that felt unanswered but weren’t. The quiet growth that happened when no one was watching. The healing that took time but came faithfully.
Remembering where God brought me from keeps me humble. It keeps me grateful. It reminds me that everything I have now is by His grace.
I didn’t get here alone.
I didn’t make it on my own strength.
And I will never forget the One who brought me through.
Because the same God who delivered me then is still leading me now.
