05/27/2026
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People love to say, “What hurt you made you stronger.”
But sometimes pain doesn’t make you stronger at all. Sometimes it leaves you exhausted, anxious, bitter, numb, or barely holding yourself together. Some battles don’t build you, they break you.
What made the difference was Jesus.
Jesus met me in the middle of the grief, the confusion, the disappointment, and the silent nights nobody knew about. He stayed when I felt abandoned. He carried me when I had no strength left to carry myself. He reminded me that being shattered was not the end of my story.
The pain destroyed parts of me.
The pride.
The illusion of control.
The version of me that thought I could survive without God.
But Jesus rebuilt me.
Piece by piece.
Prayer by prayer.
Grace by grace.
Not into who I was before, but into someone more dependent on Him, more compassionate, more grounded, and more aware of His presence than ever before.
No, I don’t glorify the pain.
I glorify the Savior who walked with me through it and refused to leave me there. 🤍🙏🏻
