This One's Personal

Do you know the song that goes:

“I’m reaping the harvest God promised me,
Take back what the devil stole from me...
And I rejoice today!”

Well... Right now, it’s not just a song. It’s a whole testimony. Because if you’ve ever been through the fire, you already know...

You know what it feels like to lose something.
To feel broken. 
To watch people walk away.
To wonder if God forgot your address.
To pray... and still feel like you're sinking.
To watch the enemy take everything he could, and feel too tired to fight back.

But here's the thing: you kept showing up.
You kept whispering prayers when your voice was too shaky to shout.
You kept hoping even when hope felt like dust slipping through your fingers.

And God saw it all.
Every ache.
Every breakdown.
Every “God, please” when you didn’t even have the words.

That’s why this reaping season?
It’s personal.
Because what’s coming up now didn’t grow overnight.
It was watered by your tears, planted in the dark, and held together by grace.

This is joy that knows sorrow.
Peace that fought its way through all the panic attacks.
Breakthrough that came after the breakdowns.

You’re not just reaping material things... you’re reaping restoration.
Your identity. Your voice. Your courage. Your light.

And here’s the wild part... while you were fighting in the dark,
God was quietly planting something powerful in your soul.
And now... it’s blooming. In full color.

The devil tried it.
He tried to silence you.
Dim you. Break you.

But he doesn’t get the final say.
He never did.

Because God is faithful.
Even when you couldn’t see it.
Even when you doubted it.
Even when everything around you said otherwise.

Every tear you cried watered the ground.
Every sleepless night stirred the soil.
Every time you kept showing up... even when your heart was tired
You planted something real. Something heaven-backed.

Now the harvest is here.

Not because you were perfect.
But because God is good.

This is the season where joy comes back.
Where peace returns like a friend you thought you lost.
Where you walk different. Pray different. Praise different.
Because you know  what it cost to get here 
and what the enemy tried to bury…
God made bloom.

He tried to take your identity.
Your hope.
Your mind.
But look at you.
Standing. Healing. Reaping.

You’re not the same girl who almost gave up.
Not the same young man who thought that was the end.

You’re wiser now. Stronger.
Still chosen. Still held.
Still called.

So rejoice-- boldly.
Because this isn’t just a harvest.
It’s redemption.
It’s proof that God never stopped working.
And He’s not done with you yet.

This isn’t just a new season.
It’s a new you.
And the enemy? He has no choice but to sit back and watch you bloom.

Prayer:

Dear Heavenly Father, You’ve been faithful...not in theory but in trenches. In trauma. In tears. Thank You for holding me together when I didn’t know how to hold myself. For fighting for me when I was too tired to fight. For restoring what was stolen not just from my life, but from my heart. Thank You for the harvest I didn’t even believe would come. You didn’t forget me. You never walked away. You stayed. And now, I’m reaping. Not just what I sowed but what You promised. I’ll never stop thanking You.

Amen. 🌸