I used to believe I had to be perfect for God to love me. I tried to perform strength, pretend healing, and hide the parts of me that still ached. I carried unnamed pain for years—betrayal, rejection, and that quiet whisper that told me I wasn’t enough.

I prayed for healing while secretly believing I didn’t deserve it. I served others while quietly shrinking on the inside.

But God met me in that broken place and whispered, “Your heart deserves to heal.”

That whisper changed everything.