By Crystal Amon of
There were moments I thought I wouldn’t make it.
Moments that stripped me bare — physically, emotionally, spiritually.
Moments when the pain was so deep and the betrayal so sharp that it felt like I might never breathe right again.
But through it all… my faith survived.
Life threw everything it could at me.
Abuse. Sickness. Loneliness.
A broken marriage that left scars on my heart and my body.
A cancer diagnosis that shook the ground beneath my feet.
Fear that made it hard to sleep and grief that made it hard to hope.
I didn’t come through it untouched — no one does.
And still… my faith survived.
But what was meant to destroy me only drove me closer to God.
Because when everything else was falling apart, He stayed.
When I was weak, He held me.
When I was scared, He whispered peace.
When I felt invisible, He saw me.
There were days I cried out with nothing but a whisper of strength left in me — and He heard every word.
There were nights I didn’t even know what to pray anymore — and He answered anyway.
That’s the kind of faith I have now.
Not pretty. Not perfect.
But real. Deep. Unshakeable.
The kind of faith that says, I’ve been through hell, but I’m still standing.
The kind of faith that turns pain into purpose.
That believes in healing, in joy, in redemption.
That walks forward without needing to see the whole path — because I know Who walks with me.
What tried to break me didn’t win.
God did.
And now, I live not just in survival — but in freedom.
Not just in recovery — but in victory.
Because my faith didn’t just survive the storm.
It grew roots in it.
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Crystal Amon
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