As 2025 draws to a close, I pause with a full heart, not to measure productivity or applause, but to honour the holy work God has done in the unseen places. This year was not gentle, yet it was deeply formative. It was a year of pruning, of refining, of learning to remain tender without remaining unguarded. God met me again and again in the margins, in the pauses, in the tears that became prayers.

At the centre of everything stood faith, steady and anchoring. Scripture was not an accessory but a lifeline. God’s Word became breath when my chest felt tight, light when the path ahead felt dim. Isaiah 61 was no longer a distant calling; it was a lived experience. Binding broken hearts, exchanging ashes for beauty, rebuilding ancient ruins, starting with my own.

Love and compassion marked my days, sometimes at great personal cost. Loving did not always look like closeness. At times, love required discernment, boundaries, and letting go. This year taught me that compassion can be fierce and that obedience sometimes means releasing people God never intended to walk with me into the next season.

Family and relationships remained sacred ground. I grieved what could not be restored and gave thanks for what endured. I learned that chosen family can be as holy as blood, and that safe love does not demand performance. A handful of faithful companions proved more valuable than crowds, reminding me that depth will always outweigh quantity.

Community and connection continued to pulse through everything I created and facilitated. Encounter Groups, shared tables, creative gatherings, and quiet conversations all became places of healing exchange. God used my story, even the broken chapters, as bridges for others. I watched courage rise in rooms where tears once fell, and hope take root where despair had lingered too long.

Service and kindness were not strategies; they were responses. Healing 💔heARTs💖 became more than a name. It became a posture. Giving was not always convenient, yet it was always purposeful. I learned again that service flows best from surrender, not striving.

Integrity and generosity guided decisions, both visible and hidden. This year, I asked hard questions about motives, alignment, and stewardship. Choosing what was right often meant choosing what was slower, quieter, and less celebrated. Still, peace followed obedience every time.

Courage showed up daily, not in grand gestures, but in staying present. Courage looked like telling the truth, even when my voice shook. It looked like honouring my limits, naming my pain, and refusing to shrink. It looked like trusting God with outcomes I could not control.

Creativity was both refuge and offering. Through paint, words, feathers, broken pottery, and gold seams, God allowed me to translate pain into beauty without romanticising the cost. Art became prayer. Writing became witness. What once felt like fragments slowly formed a testimony of restoration.

Growth and learning unfolded gently, layer by layer. God did not rush the process. He revealed worth through walking, not arriving. Lessons came through lived experience, through reflection, through the courage to remain teachable.

Health, wellness, balance, and rest were ongoing invitations. I learned that tending to my body and soul is not selfish, but necessary. Rest became an act of trust, a declaration that God is at work even when I stop.

Freedom deepened, not as recklessness, but as alignment. I grew more comfortable inhabiting my God-given identity, my name, my calling, without apology. Beauty continued to matter, not as ornament, but as a reminder of God’s redemptive nature. Even ambition was reframed, measured not by achievement, but by faithfulness.

As I look back, I do not see a year of loss. I see a year of holy exchange. God removed what weighed me down and returned peace. He stripped away illusion and replaced it with clarity. He honoured obedience with quiet joy.

I step into the next year grateful, steadied, and deeply aware that every scar carries a story of survival and grace. God knows exactly who should walk with me into the coming season, and I trust His hand completely.

💡 Reflection:

• Where did I notice God’s faithfulness most clearly this year? 🤔

• What relationships brought life, and which ones required release? 🤔

• How did creativity become a place of healing for me? 🤔

• What forms of courage did I practise, even quietly? 🤔

• Where is God inviting deeper rest and trust as I move forward? 🤔

🎺 Affirmation:

I honour the journey God has carried me through. Nothing was wasted. I am held, restored, and gently led into what comes next.

🙌 Prayer:

Heavenly Father, thank You for walking with me through every moment of this year. Thank You for Your patience, Your correction, and Your unending mercy. I place every memory, every lesson, and every hope into Your hands. Lead me forward with wisdom, courage, and peace. Let my life continue to reflect Your love and truth. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.