For many years my faith was shaped by striving.

I loved God deeply, but I lived with a religious mindset that quietly told me I had to earn acceptance. I measured myself constantly. I focused on what was wrong. I tried to fix everything through effort. Even my devotion was driven by pressure.

Then my body stopped cooperating.

I was diagnosed with CIRS and became largely housebound. Fatigue, brain fog, and inflammation narrowed my world. The woman who used to build, lead, and serve suddenly could not function the way she once had. When productivity disappeared, so did my sense of worth.

Illness has a way of exposing what belief systems are built on.

In that confined season, something began to shift.

I started forgiving.

Forgiving people. Forgiving situations. Forgiving myself. I let go of long-held disappointments and unspoken resentments. I began replacing negative internal dialogue with intentional positive words. Not denial. Not pretending. But choosing agreement with life instead of agreement with accusation.

The deepest revelation came quietly but powerfully: The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit were not distant observers I was trying to impress. They were present. In me. With me. Aligned with me.

I realised I was not striving toward God. I was already united with Him.

That recognition changed everything.

If the fullness of the Trinity lives in me, then I am not powerless. I am not alone. I am not lacking authority. I do not need to beg for acceptance. I already belong.

From that place of alignment, I declared healing.

And I woke up healed.

Not gradually improving. Not partially restored. Healed.

That moment was not about performance or spiritual theatrics. It was about agreement. I had finally come into agreement with who I truly was and who He truly is.

Since then, my life has been built from a different foundation.

No more condemnation-driven faith. No more earning love. No more measuring myself against invisible standards.

Now I live from rest. I grow from identity. I speak life intentionally. I choose forgiveness quickly. I partner instead of strive.

And what I have discovered is this:

You are not a spare part in the Kingdom.

You are a peace and a piece of the puzzle.

Without you, something is missing.

You are loved not only by God, but by the body of believers. You are seen. You are heard. You are necessary. Your story carries weight. Your presence carries value.

You do not need to compete for space. You already belong in the picture.

The Brilliant Movement resonates with me because it reflects this truth: growth does not have to come through pressure. Transformation does not require shame. Expansion can flow from identity, love, and connection.

My journey has taught me that when we live aligned with who we truly are, healing happens. Freedom happens. Community strengthens. And we begin to build something together that none of us could build alone.

If you are tired of striving, tired of feeling unseen, or tired of wondering whether you matter… I want you to know:

You do.

And there is a place for you here.