Rising Through The Fire Blog Series — Final Chapter There was a time I thought the fire was proof of failure. Proof that I wasn’t praying right. Proof that I wasn’t strong enough. Proof that I deserved what was happening. I used to look at my life and see trauma stacked so high it felt like identity. Depression. Grief. Spiritual confusion. Abandonment. Self-doubt. Faith that felt fractured. And somewhere in all of it, I started believing those things were me. Not experiences.

Breaking Through the Walls We Build Around Ourselves We’ve all been there. Standing at the base of a mountain that seems too steep to...