✨When the Clouds Start to Lift
This week I realized something I didn’t have the strength to see a year ago. When you’ve been through a season that almost took you out, you don’t see the clearing right away. You just survive. You just breathe. You just hold on.
But then one day, the storm clouds shift. The air feels different. And you realize that what once wrecked you doesn’t have the same power anymore.
I’ve been isolated for a long time, not because I wanted to be, but because God was protecting me. I can look back now and see that the same Spirit people thought was pulling me away was actually covering me. The same silence they didn’t understand was the place where God was rebuilding me.
And now that things are lifting, I see why the Word matters the way it does. You have to keep it inside you. You have to be able to speak it when life tries to pull you back into old patterns. That’s why David hid the Word in his heart. That’s why he said he prepares a table before me in the presence of my enemies. That’s why you walk through the valley without fear — because you’ve learned who walks with you.
As I step back into spaces I once said I’d never enter again, I know it’s not my strength that carried me here. It’s God showing me that healing is real, and growth is steady, even when it’s quiet.
I’m also starting to understand why certain books, certain words, and certain messages didn’t hit me back then. They weren’t for that season. They were for this one. Now everything I lived through in my first book — every break, every birthing pain, every transformation — is echoed in what I’m reading today. It’s confirmation that nothing I went through was wasted.
I’ve always lived intentionally. Everything I do has purpose behind it, even when people don’t understand me or misread me. Sometimes it hurts to know that the people who’ve eaten with you, walked with you, and said they loved you still don’t really know your heart. But God knows. And honestly, that’s enough.
I’ve always understood the scripture about loving indeed and in truth. I learned that young. And the older I get, the more I see how rare that kind of love really is. Folks say the word love easily, but very few live it.
This week reminded me: God does. God loves intentionally. And so do I.
