When I first began this journey, I thought victory meant getting my old life back. I thought it meant regaining everything I had lost—my independence, my ability to walk, my sense of normalcy. But what I’ve learned is that victory doesn’t always look like we imagine it will. Sometimes, it looks completely different, but that doesn’t make it any less beautiful.
For a long time, I held on to the hope that if I worked hard enough, I could return to who I used to be. I wanted to run again, to be the strong, independent person I once was. But no matter how hard I tried, that life was gone. It was a painful realization, but it was also the beginning of something new. God wasn’t interested in restoring me to what I was—He was interested in transforming me into who I was meant to be.
