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There’s a sacred shift that happens after the fire, when the dust begins to settle. You realize you weren’t just meant to survive—you were meant to rise from the ashes. To rebuild. To thrive.
There are seasons when the wind isn’t at your back—it’s barreling straight into your face. Every step forward feels like a battle, and doubt rides the gusts like debris. But there is a kind of strength forged only in headwinds—a holy grit that leans in, plants its feet, and walks anyway. This is for the ones who keep showing up, windswept and weary, yet tethered to trust. Even here, you are not alone. Even now, there is purpose in your perseverance.