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There was a season I didn’t think I’d ever rise again. The pain ran deep, both in my body and in my story.  Wounds from my childhood never quite healed and scars still run deep to this day. Then came the chronic illness, the chronic pain, the fatigue, the endless aches that often still whisper, "You’re too broken to matter." I believed those lies for a long time. I let the weight of trauma and pain become my tomb. But God... God, who calls dead things to life, the same voice