There is strength in the breaking, for even shattered pieces can reflect the light.- Treasurable Life

Tonight or maybe I should say good morning. I don’t even know how to place the time. It’s 2:12 a.m., and I should have been asleep since 8 p.m. Thursday evening, but instead, I am wide awake. My heart is heavy, my spirit is wrestling, and my mind feels numb while my body bursts with emotions I can’t contain.

I feel the weight pressing on me. No matter how I try to be myself honest, real, and unapologetic my past always finds a way to echo. Today feels different. My heart is heavy, my spirit numb, and yet my body is alive with so many emotions I can’t quite name.

I sit in my living room with rain sounds playing, the screen showing raindrops falling on a glass bedroom window. Music hums gently in the background, giving my mind space to breathe and find focus. Writing is my outlet it’s never fake. It’s my truth. My pen doesn’t lie.

Even an author can break.

But this morning, I thank God for how I am handling it. Sometimes He allows the storm to test our faith, to see how much trust we really carry. If you could see what I face day to day if you were a fly on the wall you would understand why I say I need a hug. And yes, I do. But then I’m reminded: No weapon formed against me shall prosper.

So as this morning stretches before me, I remind myself that heaviness is not the end. It is just a moment. The same way rain falls but does not stay, this season of emotional weight will pass, and the sun will break through stronger than before.

If your morning feels heavy too, know that you are not alone. God’s compassion is new every morning He has given us another chance to keep going, another sunrise to remind us that darkness doesn’t win. We may bend, but we do not break. We may cry, but we still rise. And even in our weakest moments, God’s strength carries us when our own feels gone.

So today, I choose to stand, to breathe, to write, and to trust. I choose to hold on to the truth that I am covered, protected, and lifted even when I feel low. And I pray the same for you that no matter how heavy your spirit feels this morning, you will find comfort in knowing that His mercy is already waiting for you, and His faithfulness will not fail.

Rise anyway. Breathe anyway. Live anyway. Because God is still with us, even when the morning feels heavy.

The Author Who Breaks, Yet Rises

The night is long, yet morning comes,
bringing its weight, its silence, its fire.
My spirit bends beneath the storm,
but faith whispers, “Rise higher.”

I am rain and I am flame,
I am weakness, yet I remain.
Even with trembling hands I write,
turning darkness into light.

The pen may shake, the heart may ache,
but words remind me I still create.
Even an author can break
but an author also rises.

Isaiah 54:17 (KJV) No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper; and every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord, and their righteousness is of me, saith the Lord.