Still Rising - The Beginning

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. 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.

There were moments I barely had breath left in my lungs, yet the Lord breathed life back into me.

Moments 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 kept 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. 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.

The valleys. The breaking places. The hidden places. The places where grace held me together.

The story is unfolding.

I am living it.

I am telling it as I go.

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

This has been a 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.

It is being written.

And because Jesus rose, I am still rising.

A Note to the Reader

Thank you for being here.

Still Rising was built from Real places. Hard places. Healing places. Places where God kept showing up.

This space was not created because life was easy or because I figured everything out. It was built in process. In healing. In questions. In hidden places. And in learning that God often does His deepest work in the places we would rather avoid.

If this is your first time here, take your time and look around.

Walking through real life and real process? Step into Keeping It Real.

Looking for fresh perspective? Explore God Doesn’t Think Like Us.

Searching for hope in hard places? Visit The Lowest Places.

Want to dig into Scripture? Put the Word on It is where we open the Word together.

Want to walk through the journey more deeply? Visit My Story as the story continues to unfold.

Want reminders of where God showed up? Stone Altars is a place for remembering.

You can also stop by Recent Writings for the newest reflections, teachings, and revelations.

Need quiet moments? Visit Mornings at the Cross.

You do not have to read everything.

Just start where you are.

Read what speaks to you.

Return to what meets you.

And wherever you find yourself today…

Welcome.

🤍 Kim