Focus Phrase:“I trust even when it hurts. My faith is a weapon, not a wish.”
I carry a faith that’s been through fire.
Not the kind you quote on Sunday—the kind that kept me alive when I didn’t want to be.
The kind that held me through losing everything, through heartbreak, through survival.
The kind that said, “Get up. Your babies need you.”
Today, I trust not because it’s easy—but because I have no choice.
I trust God with my life. I’m learning to trust myself with my healing.
I’m learning to loosen my grip on what I can’t control,
And to stop fighting battles that were never mine to carry.
But the hardest battle?
It’s me vs. me.
I’m my own worst critic—while always being the encourager, the strength, the steady one for others.
I build up others while breaking silently inside.
And still, I rise. Not because I’m unbreakable, but because I choose to keep healing.
Fierce faith doesn’t always roar.
Sometimes it’s just the choice to keep going.
To trust when it hurts.
To show up when you’re tired.
To believe, even when you doubt.
I speak to the version of me that didn’t know we’d make it:
We did. We’re still here. And we’re just getting started.
Let this day be a reminder:
You don’t have to be flawless to be faithful.
You don’t have to be fearless to be powerful.
You just have to be real—and keep showing up for yourself with love and truth.
Love and light to all… and so it is.
Rev. Angela July
Still I Rise Ministries