Blog 39: The Grace That Carried Me


A Year Held Together by God

This year has been nothing short of surreal. I look back and I can’t help but feel an overwhelming mix of gratitude, disbelief, and quiet awe. A few days ago, I finished reading the Bible, and the moment I closed that final page, something inside me stilled. It felt like the fullness of the journey settled into my spirit all at once. The entire year unfolded in front of me—every high, every dip, every moment I didn’t think I would make it through. And in all of it, the common thread was grace. Pure, unfiltered, undeserved grace.



The Weight of the Year

I won’t sugarcoat it I'm tired. Deeply tired. My body is tired, my mind is tired, and my spirit has carried weight after weight this year. There were days where I felt stretched thin, days where the pressure demanded more than I thought I had, days where I was convinced I had nothing left to give. And yet, when I reflect, I see so many moments where strength came from places I didn’t even know existed. Where peace found me in chaos. Where mercy met me before I even knew I needed it. That’s not coincidence. That’s God.

A Journey of Doing and Becoming

When I think about this year, I see a list of things I achieved that I still can’t fully believe I did. Projects completed. Opportunities embraced. Unexpected rooms entered. Growth I didn’t see coming. I did so much, accomplished so much, stretched into versions of myself I was too afraid to even imagine before. And none of it was my own doing not entirely. It can only be the Hand of God, steadying me, guiding me, positioning me, and sometimes gently pushing me forward when fear tried to paralyze me.

Grace in Every Breath

Finishing the Bible wasn’t just about completing a spiritual goal. It was a reminder of every chapter of my life that God carried me through. Every scripture that held me together on the days I unraveled. Every verse that whispered healing into places I didn’t talk about. Every story that reminded me that God builds beauty even from brokenness. My journey this year mirrored those pages moments of wandering, moments of revelation, moments of restoration.

A Heart Full of Gratitude

I am exhausted, but I am grateful. Deeply, overwhelmingly grateful. Grateful for the transformation, grateful for the lessons, grateful for the divine patience shown to me in moments I didn’t deserve it. Grateful that even in the hardest parts of the year, God never left. Grateful that every step, even the ones I stumbled through, led me exactly where I needed to be.

As this year winds down, I choose gratitude above everything else. I thank God for His hand, His guidance, His breath in my lungs, and His presence in my journey. If this year taught me anything, it’s that grace carries you far beyond what strength ever could.

Amen

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