The Intention - Destroy Me - But God Had Other Plans...

He thought he was breaking me.

With every cruel word. With every twisted demand. With every forced sacrifice, every silencing, every piece of myself he stripped away—he believed he was winning. He believed he was reshaping me in his image. He believed his control would last forever.

But here’s what he didn’t understand:

What he meant for my destruction, God meant for good.

That’s not just a line from Scripture—it’s my life.

He tried to bury me. But God used that soil to grow something deeper. He tried to isolate me. But God used the silence to teach me how to listen to His voice again. He tried to shame me into submission. But God used that shame to break me open, not break me down.

So now? Now that I’m out, now that I’m healing, now that I’m no longer asking permission to breathe, he’s watching from a distance—and trying to judge the way I rebuild.

But here’s the truth:

He doesn’t get to judge how I repair what he destroyed.

He doesn’t get to question my choices now. He doesn’t get to act shocked that I’m no longer obedient to his lies. He doesn’t get to use religion as a weapon while I use faith as a lifeline.

No—he forfeited that right the moment he traded love for control.

He doesn’t get to roll his eyes when I speak boldly. He doesn’t get to whisper gossip about my healing. He doesn’t get to shake his head at the boundaries I set, the people I choose, or the joy I reclaim.

I am rebuilding this life with trembling hands and a fierce heart—and God is in it.

Not the god he used as a weapon. Not the god who demanded my silence and submission. But the God who sees me. Who heals me. Who walks me back to wholeness with patience, grace, and fire.

I may not look like the version of me he tried to create. And thank God for that.

Because the version of me that’s rising from the ashes is rooted in truth, grounded in love, and no longer afraid.

Let them talk. Let him judge. Let them misunderstand. Let them...

My healing is not up for debate.My story is not up for correction. And my freedom? That is God’s gift—not his to revoke.

“You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good, to accomplish what is now being done—the saving of many lives.”—Genesis 50:20 (NIV)

Prayer for the Wounded but Rising:

God,You saw every tear I cried in secret. You saw the places where I bent until I broke. You heard the lies spoken over me and the names I was never meant to carry. And still—You never turned away. You held my soul when no one else did.

Now, as I begin to rebuild, give me the courage to walk in truth, even when it’s messy. Give me the strength to silence shame, even when it echoes loud. Give me the clarity to separate Your voice from his control. And remind me—daily—that healing is holy, even when it doesn’t look how others expect.

I reclaim the pieces of me that were stolen. And I trust You to make something beautiful from the wreckage.

Amen.