A Year Woven with Grace

A sacred reflection on faith, healing, courage, and the quiet victories that carried me through

As the final hours of 2025 settle gently into stillness, I pause, not to rush into what is next, but to honour what has been. This year did not arrive with loud triumphs or easy resolutions. It unfolded slowly, faithfully, often quietly, like a tapestry woven thread by thread in places only God and I could see.

2025 was not a year of avoidance. It was a year of facing. Facing truth, grief, memory, limitation and calling. It was a year where God did not remove the weight all at once, but strengthened me to carry it rightly, then taught me what to lay down.

There were losses. Some expected, some deeply surprising. People, roles, dreams, and versions of myself that could not come with me into what God is forming. Letting go was not dramatic. It was holy. Release came with tears, discernment and obedience. Peace followed every surrender, even when my heart resisted first.

Healing did not arrive as a sudden miracle, but as a steady restoration. God worked patiently, honouring the places where my heart had cracked, not by hiding the fractures, but by filling them with something stronger. What once felt like weakness became testimony. What once felt shameful became sacred ground.

📖 “To console those who mourn in Zion, to give them beauty for ashes…” — Isaiah 61:3 (NKJV)

This Scripture was no longer a promise I quoted. It became a reality I lived.

Faith anchored me when clarity felt distant. Scripture became breath again, not study material, but sustenance. God’s Word steadied my nervous system, recalibrated my thoughts and reminded me who was holding the story when my hands felt tired.

Courage looked different this year. It did not roar. It whispered, Stay. It said yes to honesty, no to compromise and amen to rest. Courage showed up when I honoured my limits, spoke truth gently and refused to return to patterns God had already healed me from.

Creativity became a refuge and an offering. Paint, words, silence and prayer braided together into something sacred. Broken pieces were not discarded. They were gathered, held and restored. Beauty did not deny the pain, but bore witness to redemption.

Community remained a gift. A small circle. Safe hearts. Tables where stories were honoured and not hurried. I learned again that depth matters more than numbers and that God often does His most beautiful work in quiet rooms with willing hearts.

This year taught me that obedience is rarely glamorous, but always fruitful. That God does not waste suffering surrendered to Him. That healing is not the absence of scars, but the presence of peace.

As I step into the coming year, I do so without striving. I am not chasing outcomes or proving worth. I am walking forward, held, restored, and attentive to God’s pace.

2025 was not easy, but it was good. Not because everything worked out, but because God was faithful in every step.

May what was woven in secret now strengthen what lies ahead.

That which lies ahead in 2026 is not hurried expansion, but continued spiritual growth, strengthening the foundation upon which the Learning, Growth and Community Hub will be erected.

This coming year is about depth before structure, roots before rooms. God, in His kindness, is ensuring that what is built will be sustained by character, discernment, and abiding trust rather than momentum alone. The unseen work continues, aligning heart, motive, and calling so that the space created will be one of safety, wisdom, and true belonging.

The hub will not rise from ambition, but from obedience. It will be formed from prayer, presence, and lived faith, shaped by years of healing, listening, and learning. What is established in 2026 will carry weight because it is anchored in Christ, not performance.

📖 “Therefore whoever hears these sayings of Mine, and does them, I will liken him to a wise man who built his house on the rock.” — Matthew 7:24 (NKJV)

The foundation is being strengthened with intention, so that when the doors open, what stands upon it will endure, bless, and serve many for years to come.

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🌸 A Gentle Call to Action

If this reflection spoke to your heart, I invite you to take it deeper:

• Journal your thoughts and prayers as you process these truths.

• Explore my Devotional Collection for more writings that weave Scripture and creativity together.

• Visit my This is My Story page, where I share the deeper journey behind my art, writing, and ministry — a testimony of God’s restorative love in the broken places.

• Consider joining one of my Healing 💔heARTs💖 gatherings or paint parties, where we create, share, and heal together in God’s presence.

Your story matters. Your freedom matters. And most of all, you are deeply loved by the God who sets captives free.