She slowly emerges, not fully sure that she’s made it. She looked around and realizes that she’s still alive. At first it surprises her, but then she begins to accept it. Trembling, she stumbles to get her feet underneath her and take her first steps. It’s awkward, like a baby deer, but after the first step it two, the exhilaration of survival kicks in and she builds momentum. With every step a new confidence emerges as she sheds the old self. “I am no longer a victim”, she thinks to herself. “I am a victor”. Grateful to those who believed in her when she couldn’t believe in herself, and grateful to her God, who gave her purpose, she now accelerates toward the win, confident that she is fulfilling His (and her) purpose in life. She is victorious.
Out of the ashes

Lovely!!
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Thank you!
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Of course!
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