When You Call, I’ll Answer: A Journey of Faith and Resilience

There’s a rhythm to life, a pulse that calls us forward. Sometimes, it’s soft and whispering, nudging us in the direction we need to go. Other times, it’s loud and undeniable, commanding our attention and pushing us to take action. No matter the volume, when life calls, we all have a choice: to answer, or to remain in silence.

For me, this journey has been about learning to answer—truly answer—when life calls. After my accident, there was a period where I felt like I was in the middle of a storm, caught in the noise of my fears, insecurities, and pain. The calling seemed distant, almost unreachable. My body was no longer mine in the way it once was. The person I had been—the woman who could move freely, who lived with a sense of independence and confidence—was a shadow of the past. It felt like I was living in someone else’s body, someone who didn’t recognize me.

But there was a shift, a subtle one at first. It began when I learned to be still, to listen not just with my ears but with my heart. I started answering the call in the only way I knew how—by showing up, even when it felt impossible. I didn’t have to know exactly what the future held or how the path would unfold. What mattered was answering in faith, trusting that something greater than my fears was guiding me.

When you answer, you open yourself to the possibility of healing, growth, and transformation. You’re not just responding to a call; you’re responding to your own strength, your own resilience, your own ability to rise from the ashes. It’s the power of knowing that no matter how broken you feel, you can piece yourself back together—one step, one moment at a time.

The journey hasn’t been easy. There have been days where I’ve felt the weight of doubt pressing down on me, where I questioned if I could ever truly heal. But in those moments, I remind myself that the call is still there, waiting. When you ask, you shall receive. It’s not about asking for the world to be perfect, but asking for the strength to face it as you are. To move forward, to embrace the discomfort, to evolve into the person you were always meant to be—injured, but whole.

I’ve learned that healing doesn’t happen in a straight line. It’s a winding road with ups and downs, moments of clarity and moments of confusion. But as I continue to answer life’s call, I find pieces of myself I thought were lost. I see strength in places I never knew existed.

And so, I continue answering. I answer not just for myself, but for the woman I was, the woman I am, and the woman I’m becoming. Each answer is a step towards wholeness, a reminder that no matter the struggles we face, we have the power to reclaim our lives—our bodies, our spirits, our stories.

So, when life calls, I answer. And when you call, I’ll answer, too. Because we all deserve to hear the call and receive what it’s offering us: a chance to rise.

When Life Calls

When life calls, I hear it soft,

A whisper in the dark,

A voice that pulls me from the storm,

To chase the light, to make my mark.

I’ve felt the weight of silence loud,

The doubts that stilled my soul,

But now I answer, broken yet whole,

For in the cracks, I find my goal.

I’ve learned to stand, though bent and bruised,

To rise when I was bound,

For every fall has led me here,

To where my strength is found.

The path is long, the road unknown,

But still, I walk with grace,

For every step I take today

Will shape the woman I embrace.

So when life calls, I answer true,

No fear, no doubt, no shame,

For in the answer lies my power,

And in my rise, I’ll claim my name.

Echoes of the Past

In the silence, I hear the call,

A voice from deep inside,

It whispers softly through my scars,

And beckons me to rise.

The woman I was, the woman I am,

Both lost and found in time,

Carrying the weight of every step,

A journey so divine.

I used to fear the echoes loud,

Of wounds that would not heal,

But now I stand with open hands,

And let the healing feel.

For in the cracks, the light shines through,

A glow that won’t be dimmed,

I’m stronger now than I ever was,

A soul reborn within.

I walk this path with steady feet,

Though wounds may still remain,

For every scar tells a story,

Of survival through the pain.

So let the past be just a voice,

An echo that I hear,

For in the present, I am whole,

And I will persevere.

The Strength to Be

In the stillness, I find my voice,

A whisper, soft yet clear,

It calls me forth from fractured pasts,

To rise, to stand, to steer.

The world may tremble, may break and fall,

But I will not retreat,

For in the heart of every storm,

I find the strength I seek.

Each wound, a story carved in time,

Each scar, a mark of grace,

I’ve learned to wear them proudly now,

A map of my embrace.

I am not who I was before,

I am not who I will be,

But in this moment, I am whole,

A woman wild and free.

No fear can bind me, no doubt can break,

I walk with steady hands,

For though the world may shake and fall,

I hold the strength to stand.

So when the call comes, I’ll answer true,

No hesitation, no disguise,

For I’ve learned the power of who I am—

A woman who will rise.