I asked God to take me back
to that cold December night.
He whispered, “No.”
I asked Him to rewrite my story,
to erase the pain,
to soften every scar I carry.
Again He whispered, “No.”
“For if you never walk through flames,
how will you know they burn?
If your heart never breaks,
how will your spirit learn?
History was never made
for you to live in reverse.
I created you to move forward,
even when the road hurts.”
So I wiped my tears
with trembling hands,
and carried every lesson
like gold beneath my skin.
Because maybe the fire
was never sent to destroy me—
maybe it was sent
to teach me how to rise again
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 10:00 PM UTC
I asked God to take me back
to that cold December night.
He whispered, “No.”
I asked Him to rewrite my story,
to erase the pain,
to soften every scar I carry.
Again He whispered, “No.”
“For if you never walk through flames,
how will you know they burn?
If your heart never breaks,
how will your spirit learn?
History was never made
for you to live in reverse.
I created you to move forward,
even when the road hurts.”
So I wiped my tears
with trembling hands,
and carried every lesson
like gold beneath my skin.
Because maybe the fire
was never sent to destroy me—
maybe it was sent
to teach me how to rise again
#keepswimming