Becoming Whole - Part 12

MY STORY

This is not the end of the story.

I survived, but survival was never the destination.

Victory is not pretending life never hurt. It is learning how to rise when it did.

It is not about never falling down. It is learning how to wipe your feet and keep walking.

It is not getting everything right. It is learning. Growing. Becoming mature. Returning again and again to who God created me to be before life marked me.

Still Rising is not denial of struggle.

Some seasons hurt deeply. Some pits feel impossible to climb out of.

But there is a peculiar glory found in those places. A nearness to Jesus. A dying to old things that once felt familiar and comforting.

I carried things I was never meant to carry.

Yet somehow, through every hard season, the grace of God kept carrying me.

It is the moment I barely had breath left in my lungs, yet the Lord breathed His life back into me.

The moment peace walked into the room because I finally learned where my hope comes from. Where my help comes from. Who I can trust.

I am strong because God sustained me. I am resilient because I have had to keep getting back up.

Never by my own strength.

I have fought battles silently. 

I have wrestled through dark places. 

I have had moments where I did not know how I would keep going.

But death did not win.

Jesus rescued me.

The grace of God carried me. 

The Holy Spirit helped me. 

And Jesus never stopped holding me together when I felt like I was falling apart.

I have not arrived. 

But I know the direction I am walking.

There will be time to tell more of the story.

But this is enough for now:

What was meant to destroy me became the very place God taught me how to rise.

This is a beautiful journey of discovery. 

Of healing. 

Of surrender. 

Of becoming who God created me to be.

If you knew me yesterday, you may not know me today.

Because God is not finished with me yet.

The story is not over.

He still holds me.

And I am still rising.

No matter the season, it is a season.

Not the end.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story.

Thank you for sitting with the hard places, the healing places, and the rising places.

I pray somewhere in these words you find hope.

I pray you remember that no pit is deeper than the reach of God’s hand.

And if you are walking through a hard season right now, keep going.

Because what feels like the end may only be the place where God begins rebuilding.

So wherever you are in your journey…

Thank you for being here.

Take this journey with me.

You can continue exploring my stories throughout Still Rising. With love, Kim