I used to think healing meant bouncing back quickly.
Smile again, move on, don’t look like what you’ve been through.
But now I know, healing is not a race. It’s a slow, sacred walk.
Some days, you’ll wake up strong.
Other days, you’ll wake up and feel the sting again, the loss, the disappointment, the scar that still burns.
That doesn’t mean you’ve failed; it means you’re still human.
Healing takes time, real time.
Time to cry without shame.
Time to forgive yourself.
Time to breathe again after being choked by pain for too long.
God never rushed the sunrise; it happens gradually.
And He’s not rushing your healing either.
He’s patient with your process, even when you’re not.
Every tear you’ve cried, He’s counted.
Every sigh, He’s heard.
And while you’re trying to rush through the pain, He’s more interested in what He’s growing in you through it.
So don’t compare your recovery to anyone else’s.
Don’t despise your slow days — they’re holy too.
You’re not broken; you’re becoming whole again.
And one day, you’ll look back and realize that even in the slowest seasons,
God was still working,
and grace was still enough.
Temilade Alokan
Light Lamp
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