No Matter How Many Times I Fail, I Will Still Rise.

There is no way I could count how many times I’ve failed in this precious life I’ve been given. I’ve failed at showing up for people — in my family, in friendships, in relationships where I should have been present but somehow fell short. I’ve failed at jobs and businesses in my professional life, in places I poured my heart and soul into, only to watch things fall apart. I’ve even failed as a creator — in writing books that never made it to the end, designing things that just didn’t work, learning new skills or hobbies that left me frustrated. Oh my… but I keep on trying.

Each failure has left its mark, but none of them have defined me. Instead, they’ve shaped me, taught me, and stretched me in ways I never expected. And no matter how many times I’ve fallen, I still rise.

It would be easy to stay down, to let the weight of disappointment keep me from getting back up again. There are days when the voice of failure is so loud that I feel like I can’t hear anything else. And I don’t know about you, but for me, it always felt like I had people waiting in the wings for me to fail and remind me of it. It’s in those moments, when the darkness presses in and the noise of doubt surrounds me, that God whispers to my heart. His voice is gentle but strong, reminding me that my failures are not the end of my story. In fact, they’re just a chapter — and there are many more chapters to come.

I will rise, because I have a purpose.

I will rise, because my time is not yet done.

I will rise and show others that failure is not the end of my story.

I’ve come to understand that each failure is an opportunity to lean on God more deeply. I can’t do this life on my own, and that’s okay. I was never meant to. Every time I fall, it’s a chance to see His strength made perfect in my weakness. And let me tell you, I’ve had plenty of weaknesses. But even in the midst of my most crushing defeats, I have found His grace to be enough. I rise, not because I’m strong, but because He is.

I will rise, because I’m not done learning.

Every stumble along the way has taught me something valuable, even if it didn’t feel like it at the time. I’ve learned patience, resilience, and the importance of grace — not just for myself, but for others. I’ve learned that it’s okay to try and fail, and that trying again is where true growth happens.

I think about all the times I’ve sat in seasons of failure, wanting to go back to a version of myself that felt more confident, more successful, more put together. I’ve wished to be the woman I used to be, the one who hadn’t yet faced the heartbreak of failure. But God has been gently reminding me that the woman I am now, even with all my scars and lessons learned, is exactly who I’m meant to be.

Proverbs 24:16 has become my reminder: “For though the righteous fall seven times, they rise again.” Falling doesn’t make me weak or unworthy. Falling is part of the journey, part of becoming who God created me to be. It’s not about how many times I fall; it’s about how many times I choose to rise.

So even when the road ahead feels long and uncertain, even when the weight of failure feels like too much to bear, I will rise. I will rise because I have a purpose that extends beyond my mistakes. I will rise because I believe that God’s plan for me is greater than my failures. I will rise because I know He’s not finished with me yet.

I will rise, because my story isn’t over.

I’ve realized that one of the most powerful things I can do is to show others that failure is not the end. There is beauty in getting back up, in continuing the journey even when it’s hard. My failures have become a testament to the power of perseverance and faith. Every time I’ve gotten back up, it’s been a statement to the world that God is greater than my shortcomings, that His grace covers every misstep.

There have been so many times I’ve looked at my failures and thought, “I can’t do this anymore.” But time and time again, God reminds me that I don’t have to do it on my own. His grace is sufficient for me. His strength is what keeps me moving forward, even when I feel like giving up. And that’s why I can say, no matter how many times I fail, I still rise.

This is a story of resilience. A story of faith. A story that’s still being written by the One who holds my future in His hands. Failure is not the end of my story. It’s simply a chapter — one that makes the rest of the story even more beautiful.

So to anyone out there who’s feeling the weight of failure, know this: you can rise again. You’re not defined by your mistakes or your missteps. You’re defined by the One who gives you the strength to stand back up, to keep going, to believe that your story is far from over.

I will rise, because He is my strength.

I will rise, because there’s still more for me to do, more people to love, more lessons to learn, more dreams to chase.

And no matter how many times I fail, I will always rise.

love Sarah x.

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