Even when I was broken, I was chosen. I trust God’s plan—even in the dark.
I’ve carried pain I didn’t ask for,
walked through storms I thought would break me.
But Spirit didn’t just see my brokenness—
Spirit took it, held it, and turned it into purpose.
Every scar became sacred.
Every delay was divine.
Every “why me?” was answered in perfect time.
Today, I let go of needing to know how it all unfolds.
I trust what I cannot see.
I release the weight and walk in faith.
I was never just broken.
I was always chosen.
Love and light to all, and so it is.
—Rev. Angela July