She Rises in Strength… Even in Sorrow

Two weeks ago, my younger sister stepped into eternity. Even now, as I write these words, it feels impossible to fully describe the ache that remains.

Grief has a way of making the world feel both heavy and quiet at the same time, as if life itself pauses while we try to catch our breath.

And yet, here I am, clinging to God and leaning into the message I’ve been sharing through She Rises in Strength: that real strength isn’t about having it all together. It’s not about always feeling brave, confident, or capable. It’s about allowing God’s strength to rise within us, especially in the moments when we feel the most empty, broken, and weak.

In these tender days of sorrow, I’m learning that rising in strength often looks nothing like I imagined. It seems like getting out of bed when my heart feels too heavy to face the day. It seems like whispering a prayer when words are hard to find. It looks like choosing to believe, even when I can’t see beyond the tears, that God is still good, still near, still holding me close.

These past few days have reminded me that grief strips us down to what matters. All the things we thought made us strong—our plans, our routines, our ability to hold it all together —fall away. And what remains is this: God’s grace.

"But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore, I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.” ~2 Corinthians 12:9

I’ve known this verse for years. But now, it feels personal in a way it never has before. I see that strength isn’t something I have to muster up on my own. It’s something God gives, something He is, when I have nothing left to give myself.

Maybe you’re walking through your season of sorrow. Maybe your heart feels fragile,

your spirit worn thin. If so, I want you to know you are not alone. And you do not have to be strong enough. Let God’s strength rise in you. Let His grace hold the broken pieces. Let His love carry you when you feel too weak to take another step.

Rising in strength doesn’t mean you won’t feel the weight of grief. It means trusting that God’s power will sustain you through it: one breath, one prayer, one day at a time. So today, I’m learning, and maybe you are too, that she rises in strength… even in sorrow. Because our strength isn’t in ourselves. It’s in Him.

If this message resonates with you today, would you consider sharing it with someone who may need a gentle reminder? Together, let’s encourage one another to rise in His strength, even in sorrow.

With love,

Melissa