THE MOON SWAN WITHIN

I have walked through enough fire to know the difference between burned and built. Pain did not harden me. It strengthened me. Hardness builds walls. Strength builds a spine. My Moon Swan is that strength within me—grace above the ruins, lifting me to see clearly. I can walk through fire without becoming flame, carry grace without becoming fragile. God gave me a mission. Pain did not cancel it. Not hardened. Strengthened. Not finished. Focused. Whatever comes, I have already met the woman who will walk through it.

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