Winter, in Cherokee tradition, is the season when the veil thins and the stories rise. It’s when the fire gets low… and the truth gets loud.
God was never punishing you, my friend. He was positioning you. The past was never your prison. It was your portal - the divine doorway through which your purpose, empathy, and strength could finally emerge.
Forgiveness is the bridge between the woman you were and the woman you’re becoming. And when you cross it, you don’t just find peace - you find freedom.
For most of us, the hardest part of healing is believing that even the painful parts had purpose. But when we step back and see our life through Heaven’s lens, we begin to realize that God wastes nothing.