Becoming Whole in the Quiet

This morning, I woke to the quiet of my own company.

I sipped my coffee in solitude,

and I knelt in prayer, alone with my thoughts.

Physically, I walk this path alone,

but spiritually, I am never without guidance.

My journey hasn’t been gentle.

It’s been raw, heavy, and exactly what my soul craved.

From the deepest wells of pain, I found the brightest joy.

Through the ache of heartbreak, I’m being led to a love that’s true.

Self-abandonment taught me the weight of my own worth.

Self-neglect opened my eyes to profound self-awareness.

Insecurities carved the path to unshakable confidence.

Every lesson, every scar, has been a step toward growth—a journey of becoming.

My devotion to truth cuts through every lie.

My commitment to my healing shatters every limitation.

My purpose yet to be fully discovered will be nothing but extraordinary.

God is my anchor.

Love is my endless well.

Truth is my reason for being.

And so I rise—

not despite the solitude,

but because of it.

With open hands and a heart that has learned to hold its own light,

I step forward into the extraordinary life that has been waiting for me all along.

I am no longer becoming.

I am here.

I am whole.

I am home.