There are days when it feels like loss wins. When hope drifts too far out to see, and every breath feels like another battle you didn't want to fight. There are days when everything good seems too fragile to last. When the weight of sorrow makes it hard to stand. When faith feels like ashes in your hands instead of fire in your bones. And still—the light endures. Not because we are strong. But because Christ has already conquered the very thing that claws at us in the silence. Death has no victory here. Despair has no final say. The sting of grief is real—but it is not forever. The story will not end in ruins. It will end in redemption. Until then, we rise. We carry our scars like banners. We laugh with Paul. We cling to the God who promised that even the darkest nights will one day break into unshakable morning. Still standing. Still hoping. Still His.