There are chapters in my life that feel too dark to retell without trembling. The nights when despair pressed so heavily on my chest that I wondered if I would see another sunrise. The weight of shame, grief, and brokenness pulled me into a pit I thought I’d never escape.
Yet here I am — alive, breathing, creating, healing. Not because of my own strength, not because I figured it out, but because God reached into the depths and lifted me up.
📖 "He also brought me up out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my steps." — Psalm 40:2 (NKJV)
I cannot share my story without Him. To remove God would be to erase the very reason I survived. His mercy became my oxygen, His love my anchor, His hand my rescue.
When I look back, I see not my own willpower but His relentless pursuit. Even in the pit, He was there. Even when I was too weak to pray, His Spirit interceded. Even when I doubted His goodness, His goodness held me fast.
💡 Reflection:
What “pits” has God pulled you out of in your own life? 🤔
How has His rescue become part of your testimony? 🤔
Where might He be extending His hand to you today? 🤔
🙌 Prayer:
Lord, thank You for lifting me when I could not lift myself. Thank You that no pit is too deep for Your love to reach. Help me never to forget that my life is living proof of Your mercy and grace. May my story point others to You, the only One who saves. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
Sunday, 17 August 2025
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