I thought I had gone too far.Too far into the pain.Too deep into the sin.Too lost in the grief that turned my prayers into silence. There were nights I didn’t just doubt God —I doubted my worth, my future, and the point of even trying. The shame wrapped itself around me like a second skin.Not just for what I’d done…but for what was done to me. And the worst part?I thought God had shut the door.That whatever calling was once on my life had been revoked.That grace had an expiration date. But I was wrong. Because grace isn’t fragile.It doesn’t flinch at my past.And God?He never left — I just…