There was a time when I felt invisible. Not just overlooked—but ghosted by life itself. The weight of silence, the ache of unanswered prayers, the grind of trying to hold it all together when everything felt like it was falling apart. I’ve been there.

But in that quiet, something sacred stirred. Not a rescue. Not a revelation. Just a whisper: “Keep going.”

That whisper became my lifeline.

Resilience isn’t loud. It’s the quiet decision to rise when no one’s watching. To walk forward when the ground beneath you trembles. To believe—when belief feels foolish.

Scripture says,

“Let us not grow weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” — Galatians 6:9

That verse carried me through seasons of doubt. It reminded me that perseverance isn’t just survival—it’s sacred obedience. It’s trusting that the harvest will come, even when the soil feels barren.

So if today feels heavy, let this be your reminder: You are not weak for struggling. You are strong for staying. You are not broken. You are being rebuilt. And you are not alone. You are seen.

Even if it gets tough, never give up. Your story isn’t over. It’s just getting honest.