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Purpose After Pain
A testimony-centered blog series revealing how God transforms loss, pressure, and uncertainty into purpose, stability, and promise.
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Purpose After Pain is a faith-based blog series sharing real-life moments of grief, transition, and spiritual awakening—revealing how God uses discomfort to develop purpose. These reflections are written to encourage readers not to shrink back during hard seasons, but to walk boldly in Christ, trusting that every pressing produces oil.
I Fear I’m Not Enough
For a long time, I feared I wasn’t enough.
I remember repeatedly receiving prophetic words spoken over my life—words about writing books, about purpose, about my voice carrying weight. Yet writing was never something I planned. It was something I ran to. I wrote because I didn’t know how to communicate. After years of being told to shut up… to stay silent… to never speak about the abuse I experienced or why it happened, my voice learned to hide.
My house stayed quiet about the pain.
And so did I.
I didn’t know how to express myself except through anger. So I wrote. Writing became the only place where my feelings were allowed to breathe.
But whenever I thought about writing a book about my life, something always came up. Distractions. Delays. Life happening all at once. At one point, the weight became so heavy that I slipped into a season of depression. I felt stuck between what God had spoken and what I felt capable of carrying.
Yet even then, God didn’t leave me.
I remember a few simple words—whispers of truth—and suddenly God began sending people into my life who prayed for me and with me. People who didn’t judge me, talk about me, or speak down to me. They didn’t try to fix me. They simply led me to pray.
And that took me back to my grandmother.
My late grandmother, Ruby Lee Moten, was a woman of few words. Unless she was talking about the old days, she stayed quiet. But no matter what I was facing, she always pointed me back to one place.
God.
She didn’t give long speeches. She didn’t force answers. She simply redirected my heart. And now I see—God was planting seeds even then.
So when the fear whispers that I’m not enough, I remember this:
God never asked me to be enough.
He asked me to be willing.
And here I am—still writing, still healing, still learning to trust that the voice I once silenced is the very one God intends to use.