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FAITH ISN’T ABOUT KNOWING IT’LL WORK OUT, IT’S CHOOSING TO KEEP GOING WHEN EVERYTHING SAYS IT WON’T.

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LISTEN—YOU’RE NOT F*CKING DONE. GOD DIDN’T BRING YOU THIS FAR TO DROP YOU NOW. LIFE IS TRYING TO BREAK YOU BUT IT CAN’T—BECAUSE YOU’RE HELD. YOU’RE BUILT FOR THIS. BELIEVE HARDER. FAITH ISN’T WEAK, IT’S FIRE. SHOUT IT: “I’M HERE. I’M HELD. I’M STRONG. I’M NOT F*CKING QUITTING.”

DON’T YOU DARE LOSE YOUR FAITH. NOT NOW. NOT WHEN YOU’VE ALREADY SURVIVED SO MUCH. KEEP HOLDING ON EVEN IF IT FEELS LIKE YOUR HANDS ARE SHAKING. YOU’RE CLOSER THAN YOU THINK.

please god help me .

faith feels fragile in the dark, like holding a candle against the storm. yet even when the flame shakes, it refuses to die. maybe that’s all faith really is.

Sometimes faith is staying alive because curiosity whispers, “what if?”

Faith is believing your mistakes don’t define the rest of you.

Healing feels like betrayal when the body that broke is the same one you’re told to trust.

the silence after heartbreak can feel like a grave. but inside that stillness, a flicker rises. faith does not erase pain, but it teaches survival, planting seeds in the ashes, promising the soul it will bloom again.

even in ruins, there is a whisper that says keep going. that whisper is faith—soft but unbreakable. it reminds the broken that tomorrow still waits, that healing hides beneath the rubble, that the story is not over yet.

faith is choosing to breathe when the chest feels crushed, to walk when the legs feel heavy, to trust when everything screams to give up. it’s the fire that flickers in the ashes, the quiet strength that says tomorrow still belongs to you.

Faith is choosing trust over proof — and somehow, proof always shows up after.