I’ve Been Held
There are moments in life when you can look back and see it clearly, even if you couldn’t recognize it at the time. Moments when you should have fallen apart completely, when the weight of everything could have crushed you, and somehow, you were carried through it. Not because you had it all together, not because you were strong enough, but because you were held. There is a difference between surviving something on your own and being carried through it by grace, and once you’ve felt that kind of holding, you don’t forget it. There is a fire that doesn’t destroy but refines, a presence that reaches into the deepest parts of your life and begins to change you from the inside out. It doesn’t always come in loud, dramatic ways. Sometimes it’s quiet, steady, and deeply personal. It meets you in your brokenness, not to shame you, but to restore what you thought was lost. It awakens something in you that reminds you that your story isn’t over, that there is still purpose, still hope, still ...