I’m ending this season with gratitude—not because it was smooth, predictable, or wrapped up the way I hoped… but because God kept me steady when I didn’t know how to keep myself together.
And that matters.
There were moments I didn’t understand.
Prayers that felt like they hit the ceiling and came back down unanswered.
Days I showed up tired, unsure, running on faith and fumes.
Yet somehow… I’m still here.
Still standing.
Still breathing.
Still believing.
That doesn’t mean I didn’t question. It doesn’t mean I didn’t wobble. Faith isn’t the absence of doubt—it’s choosing to keep walking even when clarity doesn’t show up on time.
Some seasons don’t come with explanations.
They come with endurance.
And let’s be honest—this wasn’t the highlight reel season. This was the quiet kind of strength. The behind-the-scenes kind. The kind where no one claps, but heaven notices.
A little gentle savage truth?
If you’re waiting to be grateful only when everything works out, you’ll miss the miracle of being carried through what didn’t.
Gratitude doesn’t mean you loved the season.
It means you recognize the grace that held you in it.
So here’s the thank you—not for comfort, but for covering.
Not for ease, but for endurance.
Not for answers, but for presence.
I didn’t always know where I was going.
But I was never walking alone.
And as this season closes, I don’t walk away bitter. I walk away grounded. Softer. Stronger. More aware of what actually sustains me when my own strength runs out.
Ending this season grateful.
Entering the next one trusting.
Still standing. Still believing. 🤍✨
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