......HELD
I thought I was falling.
The ground crumbled beneath my feet,
and I braced for the crash.
But in the falling,
I was caught—
not by chance,
but by grace.
The fire did not burn me;
it purified me.
I wasn’t abandoned—
I was being held.
Not to break,
but to bloom.
I thought I was falling.
The ground crumbled beneath my feet,
and I braced for the crash.
But in the falling,
I was caught—
not by chance,
but by grace.
The fire did not burn me;
it purified me.
I wasn’t abandoned—
I was being held.
Not to break,
but to bloom.
......HELD 🫂
I thought I was falling.
The ground crumbled beneath my feet,
and I braced for the crash.
But in the falling,
I was caught—
not by chance,
but by grace.
The fire did not burn me;
it purified me.
I wasn’t abandoned—
I was being held.
Not to break,
but to bloom.
