There was a time I only survived, learning to breathe between the breaking.
But now, I rise in peace — not because life grew easier,
but because I grew softer without losing my strength.
Grace has taken root in me.
It blooms quietly in my gratitude, in the stillness of my mornings,
and in the knowing that I am loved, protected, and guided by God.
I no longer chase alignment; I walk in it.
Each step is prayer, each breath is purpose.
I am anointed for this journey — whole, favored, and free.
This is my season of divine ease —
where healing met holiness, and I finally became the woman I prayed to be.
