I am letting God Restore me from the inside out and I choose peace as my path to wholeness.
Today I come before God exactly as I am—still rising, still learning, still healing.
There are parts of me that feel heavy, and parts of me I still don’t have the words for. But I know this: the Holy Spirit understands the weight even when I can’t explain it, and meets me with truth, not judgment.
I am learning to pause, breathe, and let God touch the places in me that trauma tried to bury. As I write letters to my past and to the people who hurt me, I am letting the wound speak so the Spirit can finally soothe it. I don’t have to force healing. I just have to allow it.
Even when guilt tries to rise up as I set boundaries and choose myself, I honor the truth that taking care of my spirit is not selfish—it is sacred. I am learning to let go of the urge to fix everything for everyone. Healing unfolds in divine timing, not through my control.
I acknowledge the old survival responses that once kept me alive—anger, shutting down, overthinking, self-blame. They were born from a life lived in fight-or-flight. But today I choose a gentler path. I choose to respond from peace, even when it’s hard. I choose to become a vessel of love and light, even if I am still growing into it.
God has already begun restoring me. I see it in the love of my husband—a man who knows my whole story and still holds me like I’m worth gold. In his patience, his hugs, and his snuggles, parts of me I thought were dead are coming back to life.
Today, I forgive myself—for staying in situations that hurt my kids, for choices I made while I was hurting, for the pain I never meant to cause. I loved them the best I could with what I had. And God knows my heart would have given my life for them. I release the shame that haunts me so my spirit can breathe again.
Wholeness for me right now is not perfection—it is peace.
It is keeping my spirit calm, honoring my boundaries, and choosing to move through the world with kindness, love, and light.
Love and light to all… and so it is.
Rev. Angela July