May you know, in the deepest part of yourself, that you were made on purpose. May the pain you have carried begin to lift—not all at once, but steadily, like fog burning off in morning light. May you find the words to ask for help, and may the right people hear them. May your hands stop shaking. May your voice grow strong. May you look in the mirror one morning and see, finally, what God has always seen: someone worth saving. Someone worth fighting for. Someone worth loving—not for what they do, but for who they are. May healing find you where you are and walk beside you to where you are going. And may the light inside you—the one that no darkness has ever been able to extinguish—burn brighter with every passing day until the whole world can see it. Amen.
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