There is nothing more fulfilling—more soul-anchoring—than waking up inside the very life you once desperately prayed for. It’s like the warm sun kissing your face after a long, relentless rain. God’s promises are just like that: steady, unwavering, and non-negotiable. When He speaks, it’s not a suggestion—it’s a divine certainty.
But let’s not romanticize the process. I would be remiss if I didn’t acknowledge the weight of pressing through. The perseverance it takes to keep showing up. The emotional terrain we must navigate. The opposition that tests our resolve. The breaking points that seem to come in waves—and sometimes linger longer than we’d ever admit out loud. Yet even in those moments, something deep inside whispers: God sees me. He remembers.Even when I don’t feel strong, I trust that He is.
Then something begins to shift. Things start to align. The fog lifts. The purpose behind the pain starts to emerge. And along with that clarity comes the humbling realization: I had it all wrong. I thought it would come through certain people. But it wasn’t them. The fulfillment wasn’t in them. It was always in Him. It was always in what He promised.
And now, we’re here—living it. Day by day. Watching prayers take form. Laughing at how we misunderstood His methods. Feeling the kind of power and peace that only comes through the process. The kind that can’t be rushed or borrowed—it must be lived.
I’m not who I was the last time you saw me. I’m more. I’m different—because God made me this way. I chose to forgive. I refused to be defined by false narratives. I soaked in what He said about me, not what others projected onto me. I believed Him, not them.
Now I walk with quiet confidence, wrapped in the radiance that only comes from intimacy with God—even when the journey required solitude. This isn’t pride; it’s the evidence of His presence. It’s the kind of strength that surrender produces, the kind of light only the Holy Spirit can kindle. It’s the fruit of following the still, small voice that whispered, “There is a higher way.”
I am new.
I am healed.
I am powerful.
I am His—and He is mine.
I am open.
I am ready.
And I welcome every part of the life I once prayed for.
Prayer
Father, thank You for Your unwavering faithfulness—even in the moments when my faith wavered. Thank You for hearing the quiet prayers I could barely speak and for answering them with love and precision. Help me to treasure the beauty hidden in the process, even when it was painful. Teach me to walk in the life You’ve graciously given me—with gratitude in my heart, grace in my steps, and boldness in my spirit. Remind me daily that You are still writing my story, and that each new day is a fresh display of Your glory unfolding in me.
Amen.
A Certified Coach and recipient of the nationally recognized "26 Women to Watch" award, Marlena has graced National and International platforms bringing a message of hope and encouragement to the nations.
