I know what it feels like to carry the weight of leadership while quietly coming apart at the seams. To be the one others lean on while wrestling with your own questions. To show up faithfully for the assignment while battling exhaustion, unresolved wounds, and the silent pressure of keeping it all together.

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For years, I believed strength meant enduring. I believed survival was maturity. I believed that if I carried it well enough, no one would notice the cost, but God was never asking me to survive my calling. He was inviting me to be transformed by Him.

 

That journey became more than my testimony. It became the foundation of my life's work.