I took 10 more steps when I had none left—and found God waiting in the weakness.
Just 10 More Steps…
One of the greatest blessings of my life.
Why?
Because they humbled me.
And I needed to be humbled.
I needed to be grateful I could take them —
not resentful I couldn’t do more.
I had to meet myself where I was:
broken, lost, no hope, no future — only a slow, painful crawl.
Only then,
accepting what I’d become,
could I dare to dream what I could be:
healed, joyful, alive —
because I believed God had more.
I replaced every toxic script in my head
with truth my soul already knew —
stories rooted in faith, not fear.
It wasn’t easy.
But it healed me as much as the steel, steak, and sun that rebuilt my body.
Today, I see life — especially mine — through a new lens:
- The world is not against me.
- God loves, not punishes.
- And I will still be standing,
no matter what comes —
because I am strong. I am loved.
Being humbled is a gift.
If it finds you — embrace it.
Yes, it stings.
But it soothes the soul.