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The Tears God Collects
A Soul Devotional from I Rise and Roar There are sacred seasons when the tears don’t ask for permission — they fall quietly in the dark, or boldly in the daylight, when life becomes a weight too heavy to hold. And in those fragile moments, you may wonder — Do these tears matter? Does anyone see me? But Beloved, the Word says otherwise. “You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in Your bottle. You have recorded each one in Your book.” — Psalm 56:8 (NLT) Every tear you’ve wept in silence, every ache you’ve carried in the unseen — Heaven has noticed. God has…
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Besties, I’m Back — But Let’s Pause for a Moment
Before we dive back into our usual tasks, I feel led to talk about something pressing on my heart: the difference between knowing God and fearing God. Sometimes we say we know God. We go to church, wear the cross, post the verses, and speak His name. But knowing God isn’t just recognition — it’s reflection. If we truly know Him, then our lives begin to look like His love. “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.” — Proverbs 9:10 To fear God doesn’t mean to be scared of Him — it means to reverence Him. To honor His word above our own will. When we fear…
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Asking Myself—and You— Who Are You?
Titles. Names. Roles. We layer them on like veils: Mother. Wife. Daughter. Grandmother. Sister. Auntie. Niece. God‑Mother. But… who are you when all of that is set aside? For me, the answer is simple yet profound: I Am a Child of God. That remains, beyond everything. Once our titles fall away, we are left with a spirit, longing—always longing—to return to the Source that shaped our breath, our heartbeat, our being. “The path we walk seems like it never ends—shallow here, deep there, twisted in places, strewn with leaps that demand courage. But I ask: Who am I, truly?” I am a spirit—naked and untethered—seeking the road that leads back…
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When Women Rise Together
There was a time when women gathered like rivers — flowing with compassion, washing one another’s wounds with words of wisdom, and feeding each other’s children as if they were their own. But somewhere along the way, something shifted. Today, we find ourselves quick to criticize and slow to comfort. We whisper behind closed doors about our sister’s pain instead of showing up with a pot of food and a prayer. We watch our neighbors struggle — emotionally, financially, physically — and we remain silent. We offer no advice, no hug, no hand. What happened to the village? What happened to the circle of women who uplifted each other with…
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When You’re Getting Closer to God
There’s a quiet warfare that begins the moment your soul starts to rise. When you get closer to God, the enemy knows it can’t touch you— so it reaches for what’s near: your family, your peace, your joy, your mind. It’s not just an attack; it’s a strategy. Because you are covered, the enemy looks for cracks in the ones you love. It stirs confusion, plants doubt, and fuels division—anything to distract you from your divine path. But here’s what you must remember: there is nothing God can’t handle. The weapon may form, but it will not prosper. The tears may fall, but they are not in vain. The storm…
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Know Your Worth, Woman of Grace
To every woman reading this—hear me in your spirit: You are worthy. Not because of what you do, how much you give, or how much pain you can endure. You are worthy because God made you in His image—fearfully, wonderfully, and intentionally. Don’t allow anyone to convince you that disrespect is love.That manipulation is affection.That betrayal is normal.That abuse is passion.That belittling is correction. It is not. That is not love. That is narcissism clothed in counterfeit care. Real love reflects God.It lifts, it builds, it honors.It looks like actions, not just words.It shows up with consistency, not just convenience. So I say this with boldness:If someone wants to be…
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When the Spirit Breaks: A Journey to the Higher Self
There comes a time in every soul’s life when the breaking becomes too loud to ignore. When grief clutches the heart with both hands, and the silence of heaven feels unbearable. You stand still. You weep. You wonder if you’ll ever rise again. But beloved, the breaking is sacred. It’s not the end. It’s the threshold. A cracked spirit makes room for the light to enter. A shattered heart expands into surrender. And surrender is where the Higher Self waits—with arms wide, and a whisper that says: “Come home to Me.” “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” — Psalm 147:3 Finding your Higher Self isn’t about perfection.…
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3 Signs Your Spirit Is Broken (But Not Defeated)
There are moments in life when you feel like something inside you has cracked — not shattered, but shaken to its core. You’re functioning. You’re present. But something feels… off. If that’s you, you’re not alone. Here are 3 quiet signs your spirit might be broken — but hear this: you are not defeated. 1. You’ve Become Numb, Not Healed You’re not crying anymore — but not because the pain is gone. You’ve just learned to silence it. You’re floating through days, avoiding emotions, smiling on the outside while disconnected inside. This numbness is a defense, not a destination. Don’t confuse stillness for peace. Numb doesn’t mean whole. 2. You…
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When No One Knows: Finding Light Through Depression and Loneliness
Category: Becoming
Author: Eva Joan | @iriseandroar🌫️ The Silent Battles There are days when the world feels like too much. You wake up tired, even after rest. You smile, but inside, something aches. You keep showing up… but no one really knows the battles you’re fighting in silence. Loneliness, sadness, and emotional exhaustion don’t always look like what people expect. Sometimes it looks like being “strong,” holding it together, checking all the boxes — while crumbling within. So, who do you turn to when no one seems to notice? When even your loudest cries sound like whispers to the people around you? 💜 The Answer Begins With You As hard as it is, the first place…
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Family is Everything: Celebrating Life, Love, and Gratitude
Today, my heart is overflowing with gratitude. I just spent precious moments with my family and friends—moments filled with laughter, joy, and healing. Even though I traveled home for my sister’s funeral, what I experienced was more than just mourning. It was a powerful reminder of something we often forget: Family is everything. We’re all human. We hold grievances. We hold hurts. Sometimes we let pride and pain build walls between us. But life is short—too short to wait until a funeral to finally say “I love you.” Too short to wait until someone is gone to appreciate the beauty of their presence. This week taught me again how important…