

The more I pursue my healing, the more I uncover the woman God originally designed me to be — not the shy, timid, introverted version I once believed I was, but one who is bold, radiant, and courageous. Healing has not made me someone new; it has simply revealed who I was beneath the layers of fear and false belief.
Courage and confidence have not preceded obedience; they have followed it. Every act of faith — every trembling yes to the prompting of the Holy Spirit — has drawn me out of hiding and into the light of divine purpose.
There was a time I mistook humility for silence, and meekness for shrinking. Yet God, in His tender love, is showing me that true humility is not about diminishing myself but allowing His strength to shine through me. The shy girl was never the full story — she was the cocoon. The woman emerging now is evidence of His refining fire.
I used to see pressure as punishment, but I am learning it is often the place where God does His most transformative work. Diamonds are formed in hidden places — under immense heat and crushing weight — yet their beauty tells of endurance, not ease. The same God who forms the diamond in darkness is shaping me in the depths, polishing the rough edges of my character until His light reflects through every facet.
What once felt like breaking is becoming. What once felt like loss is revealing hidden treasure. The more I surrender, the more I see that healing is not the end of a journey, but the unveiling of identity — the discovery of who I have always been in Him.


