My Journey from Struggle to Strength
Because Somebody Prayed
My 20s were a storm. They were full of nights that felt too long, days that felt too heavy, and moments where I wondered if I’d ever find my footing. I chased dreams that slipped through my fingers, faced heartbreak that left scars deeper than I expected, and wrestled with doubts that echoed in the quietest corners of my mind. I often felt small, lost, invisible, and exhausted.
But somewhere along the way, through the chaos, the prayers started to rise—not just mine, but others’—quiet whispers sent out into the universe on my behalf. “God, please watch over them. Guide them. Protect them.” At the time, I didn’t always feel the answers. I didn’t always feel seen. Yet, slowly, little by little, things began to shift. Doors opened where there had been walls. Light broke through the shadows I thought would never end.
Now, in my 30s, I look back with a mixture of awe and gratitude. I see the pieces of myself that I thought were broken and realize they were being refined. I see the moments I wanted to quit, the tears I thought would never stop, and I understand—they weren’t wasted. They were the soil from which resilience grew. And all because somebody prayed.
It’s a humbling reminder that we are never truly alone, even in the darkest valleys. Sometimes, the prayers we don’t hear, the encouragements we don’t see, are what carry us forward. My 30s haven’t been perfect—they’re still messy, still full of challenges—but there is hope, perspective, and a quiet strength I never had before. I am alive. I am growing. I am learning to walk in the light of prayers that lifted me before I even knew how to ask for help.
If you’re in the storm of your 20s, or still struggling in your 30s, remember this: somebody prayed for you. Somebody believed in you. And that faith, even unseen, can move mountains in your life when you least expect it.
💐Yes, Always...🧚♀️ Believe...
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