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Building bridges

  • Writer: Sarah Trent
    Sarah Trent
  • May 29, 2025
  • 1 min read

In God’s divine economy, nothing exists in isolation—every purpose is woven into a tapestry far greater than we can fathom. Your obedience is not a quiet act tucked away in the shadows; it is a key that unlocks chains on someone else’s soul. Your healing is not just for you—it is a beacon, a living testimony that whispers to another, “If God did it for them, He can do it for me.”


When you say yes to God, it may feel small, ordinary, even unseen—but in the unseen realm, it sends shockwaves. That simple surrender reaches through generations, through lifetimes, through battles you’ll never fight, into hearts you’ll never meet. Your yes is sacred. It is a seed—planted in faith, watered in tears, grown in trust—that bears fruit long after you are gone.


You may never witness the full harvest, but make no mistake: your faithfulness is building bridges, breaking strongholds, birthing legacy. What you long for may pale in comparison to what God is writing through your life. He is the Author, and you—His beloved—are a chapter in someone else’s breakthrough.


So take heart. You are not alone. You are not forgotten. You are not small.

You are a vessel of freedom. A carrier of hope. A lighthouse on someone else’s stormy sea.

He sees. He knows. And through you, He is doing far more than you could ever imagine.


 
 
 

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