A moment of innocence turned into flames that tried to silence me. What should have destroyed me instead became the beginning of a different story, one of preservation, courage, and grace. The scar I once hid slowly became a symbol of who I was becoming. If you’ve ever wondered how God can transform what was meant for harm, this is the story behind the woman I am today.

I stood in the brightly lit supermarket aisle, staring at rows of cereal boxes stacked neatly from floor to ceiling. There are at least fifty options, each promising something unique: whole grain goodness, sugar-free indulgence, extra crunch, or exotic flavours. What should have been a two-minute decision had stretched into ten. My basket hung limply at my side as I scanned labels, weighed pros and cons, and tried to silence the nagging voice in my head: Just pick one!  But t