I Am The Lifted” There were seasons where life pressed me so low I forgot what rising felt like. Nights where silence was louder than prayer, where fear sat heavy on my chest, where my own strength walked away from me. But even in the places where I broke quietly, God was already building loudly. He stepped into the shadows that swallowed me, and He pulled me out with a tenderness that felt like fire and comfort at the same time. I didn’t survive because I was strong — I survived because He lifted me. I didn’t stand because I had power — I stood because His mercy carried me. I didn’t heal because I knew how — I healed because His hands refused to let me stay shattered. “I Am The Lifted” is not a slogan. It’s not a title. It’s not a line. It’s my identity. It’s the truth.