Why not me

There are lessons life teaches gently… and then there are the ones that carve their way into your soul. I’ve had my share of the latter. But time has shown me that even the hardest lessons become part of my testimony chapters of growth, heartbreak, resilience, and the quiet strength that rises when we choose peace over pain. We seldom speak about the moments that truly shape us. Not the ones we post online, not the curated smiles, not the filtered triumphs. I’m talking about the silent moments the ones we endure alone. The times I stayed longer than I should have. The times I loved harder than was healthy. The times I carried blame that never belonged to me. The times I broke quietly, convincing myself that enduring was strength. There were seasons where doubt and betrayal seemed to have a seat at every table in my life. Yet, even then, I was somehow held together by God’s invisible hands steady, present, unwavering even when I felt like I was unravelling. And with each passing trial, ...