The path was once so clear, a light that burned

With steady flame, unshaken by the winds.

But life, with all its trials, shaped my soul,

Carved valleys where the grace of God could flow.

A marriage broken, but not faith undone—

I wandered lost, yet knew I wasn’t lost,

For even in the darkest night, I knew

That morning’s light would bring me home again.

The calling never left; it only grew.

A seed that broke, now bursting into bloom.

How could I doubt His hand upon my life,

When brokenness became the very place

His strength poured in and lifted me to stand?

Could I still lead, still love, still offer hope?

Yes, now I see, for in my weakest hour,

His power in me shone even more.

In silence, there remained a constant voice,

A whisper soft, yet full of joy and peace.

It called me back, not broken but remade,

Not perfect, but renewed by endless love.

The cracks I feared, the wounds I tried to hide,

Now catch the light and let His glory shine.

For destiny was never lost, but built

Through every trial and through every tear.

Discipleship now burns within my heart,

And relationship is the goal I seek—

To walk beside, to lift, to love, to lead.

So here I stand, not as I was before,

But as He’s made me, stronger, full of grace.

The scars I bear now guide the hurting home,

For in the breaking, I have found my way

Back to the ministry of love and light,

With joy renewed and purpose shining bright.