Rising From the Ashes

I have carried the weight of promises undone.

Cups pressed to my lips… but never filling.

A thirst that lingered in hope,

waiting to be quenched by something real.

For years, I carried shame.

Let guilt write its story across my soul.

Believing I was unworthy

of the kind of love and grace God intended.

But no more.

Christ met me in the wreckage…

and the chains fell.

I found freedom

in Living Water.

I am not flawless.

Not polished glass,

not painted beauty.

I am marred.

Imperfect.

Yet fearfully and wonderfully made.

I am genuine.

Caring.

Kind.

Loyal.

Scarred…yet still standing.

I am His.

I do not hunger for recognition,

nor chase the world’s applause.

My circle does not need grand stages or status,

only real hearts.

Authenticity over appearance.

Presence.

Truth.

I want to know you that way.

The raw, unguarded soul

refined by mistakes… and mercy.

And I ask…

when you hear my past, will you run?

Will you judge the broken roads

that carried me here?

Or will you see the blessing hidden in the dust?

The strength in a body

that has endured storms,

yet still stands in grace?

I am no longer the woman I was.

I am the woman God is shaping still.

And I am free from the ashes…

and here, in this fire,

perhaps you’ll see your own wings,

maybe you’ll meet your own soul,

and together we’ll rise, unafraid, whole, and fully known.

-TMSvedin