“You intended to harm me, but God intended it all for good...” —Genesis 50:20 I woke this morning with gratitude resting gently on my chest— not because everything aligned, not because I checked every box, but because I chose to trust the God who provides beyond what I see. What felt like drowning in relentless spiritual warfare was, in truth, a holy cleansing— a breaking, a refining, a quiet preparation for something greater. And I can feel it now— a shifting in the unseen, a breakthrough pressing against the horizon. Despite every blow, I’m still standing— anchored in promises that have never known failure. God is moving— not subtly, not faintly, but with a power that cannot be mistaken. What was sent to destroy me misjudged its target, miscalculated its reach, and completely misunderstood God’s assignment over my life. I don’t know the private giants you face, the silent battles you fight when no one sees —but I know this:...