Savvy Sophistication

Some of us were raised in pews but grew up in pain.

We clapped our hands on Sundays and cried ourselves to sleep on Mondays.

We learned to worship while wounded.

We wore dresses over bruises—some visible, others buried so deep in the soul only God could see them.

We were the good girls from broken homes.

The church girls who sang in the choir but came home to chaos.

The ones who memorized Bible verses while dodging generational curses.

And no one really talked about it.

💔 We Were Taught How to Smile, Not How to Heal

They told us to “pray about it”—but never taught us how to process pain.

They said “God is good all the time,” but what about when Daddy wasn’t?

Or when Mama stayed silent?

What about when the church covered up the abuse but not the bruises?

What happens when your place of refuge becomes the source of your trauma?

What happens when people who preach grace are the ones who gossip behind your back?

When spiritual leaders misuse their power?

When your cry for help is met with “just have more faith”?

🧬 The Weight of Generational Chains

Some of us are the first in our bloodline to break the pattern. Some of us do make it out by keeping our heads down, and pushing forward.

The first not to normalize alcoholism.

The first to say “no more” to abuse.

The first to choose God instead of letting the devil continue the cycle.

But it’s heavy, isn’t it?

To be the chain-breaker and the peacekeeper all at once.

To heal from trauma you didn’t cause while raising children who will never know that pain.

You’re exhausted. And I see you.

But so does God. Yahweh. The God who sees.

“You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives.”

— Genesis 50:20

🩸 Beating the Odds by the Blood, Not the Applause

They said you wouldn’t make it.

They whispered you’d never change.

They expected your wounds to define you.

They thought you were weak.

They acted like you would be just like your family.

But grace said otherwise.

Jesus said, “Watch what I can do with a girl they wrote off.”

You didn’t just survive—you’re healing.

You didn’t just escape—you’re standing in freedom.

Every time you worship, hell gets nervous.

Because you shouldn’t have made it.

But you did.

By the blood.

By the boldness.

By the grace of a God who saves, sees, and stays.

🕊️ When the Enemy Sends Jealousy, Confusion, and War

Let’s be honest: people will hate your healing.

They’ll envy your anointing but ignore your scars.

They’ll call you “too much” when really you’re just finally free.

But let them talk.

God didn’t bring you through fire to fit into their comfort zones.

You didn’t survive addiction, abuse, betrayal, and breakdowns to be quiet now.

This is your Esther moment.

Your David-after-the-wilderness moment.

Your He prepares a table in the presence of my enemies season.

“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”

— Psalm 34:18

🌿 You Are Proof That Grace Works

You are not your trauma.

You are not your past.

You are not your bloodline’s dysfunction.

You are His.

And while the scars may linger, so does His love.

Your story doesn’t disqualify you—it anoints you.

You’re the living testimony of what happens when faith outlasts fear.

When worship overpowers wounds.

When God steps in and says, “She’s mine.”

🤍 If This is You…

To the girl who stayed soft despite what she survived—

To the woman still healing in silence—

To the daughter of dysfunction who now raises holy ground—

This is your permission to cry, to feel, to lay it all down at the feet of Jesus.

Because He’s not intimidated by your story.

He’s the One who walked with you through it.

“The Spirit of the Lord is upon me… to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners.”

— Isaiah 61:1

🕯️ Final Word:

You didn’t fall apart—you fell into grace.

And if no one ever told you: I’m proud of you.

God sees you.

He’s healing you.

And your story isn’t over—

…it’s just getting powerful.

Keep healing,

Love C