The version of me that cried in silence, questioned God, and wondered if the pain would ever end would be in awe today. Not because life is perfect, but because I didn’t quit. God didn’t waste a single tear. Every delay, every loss, every lonely season was training ground for the strength I now carry.

Most people don't lose their calling-they lose patience in the process. Waiting isn't weakness. It's reinforcement. God is binding endurance to destiny. Rushed collapses. Refined remains. Stay.You're being strengthened.