To anyone reading this today who might be feeling overwhelmed—by worries, by heartbreak, or by hidden battles that no one else can see—take a breath. Just one. Let it in gently, and let this be your moment of pause. A sacred minute to remember: you are not alone. I invite you to listen to the song “Lord, I Come to You (Power of Your Love).” Let the words hold you.

There’s a line in that song that always moves me:
“And as I wait, I’ll rise up like the eagle, and I will soar with You, Your Spirit leads me on, in the power of Your love.”
It’s more than just a melody—it’s a prayer in motion. A surrender whispered in faith. A reminder that when the storms of life come crashing in, we are not meant to sink. We are meant to rise.

When the storms of life come crashing in, we are not meant to sink. We are meant to rise.

The eagle, after all, does not flee from the storm. It doesn’t wait for calm skies. It flies into the wind—riding the pressure, harnessing the chaos, and using it to ascend higher. What a picture of grace in adversity. What a lesson: that even in life’s fiercest moments, there is a way to rise—not through control, but through surrender. Not through our strength, but through His.

Revelation 3:21 echoes that same truth: “To him who overcomes I will grant to sit with Me on My throne, as I also overcame and sat down with My Father.” God is not looking for the strongest, the smartest, or the most polished. He’s looking for overcomers. For those who stay in the race, battered but faithful. For those who choose love over fear, and grace over control.

So wherever you are right now—whether you’re whispering prayers into a pillow, smiling through silent tears, or bracing yourself for another day—rise up. Let this Wednesday be a quiet declaration: I will soar in the power of His love.

You don’t have to climb alone. You’re being lifted, gently, surely, by a God who sees every trembling breath.

With hope,
Anj 🤍