My Wilderness - Personal blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.

I wandered through my wilderness—a land of quiet wounds and unspoken fears, a place where my heart felt far smaller than the battles I carried.

The sky hung heavy, the ground felt hollow, and the echo of my own footsteps reminded me how alone I believed I was.

Until one day, in the hush between breaths, the earth trembled—not with danger, but with destiny.

A roar split the silence.

Not the roar of a beast, but the call of a King.

From the veil of dust and distance, a Lion stepped forward—radiant, magnificent, His mane ablaze with the glory of eternity.

He was strength woven from heaven, mercy carved into form, and love so boundless it made my knees weaken beneath the weight of it.

He did not demand I rise; He simply stood near, and in His nearness I felt every trembling part of me begin to steady.

His eyes held galaxies—gentle, knowing, reflecting the truth that He had followed me into every desert I thought I walked alone.

And then—without sound, without command—something shifted inside me.

The fear that had lived in my chest like a second heartbeats softened. The grief I had carried like an unspoken language began to loosen. The doubt that whispered I was not enough fell silent under the weight of His presence.

For this Lion—this holy, sovereign Lion—did not simply watch over me.

He claimed me.

He covered me.

He knew me.

And belief—real belief—rose within me like a dawn I had never witnessed before.

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t sudden. It was a slow unfurling of trust, hope, and surrender.

A knowing that this Lion had always been God—my protector, my healer, my unshakable truth—even when I was too weary to seek Him.

He breathed, and the winds around me shifted. He roared, and every chain I had accepted as permanent snapped beneath the sound. He looked at me, and my heart learned what freedom felt like.

Belief in Him did not just change my thoughts—it transformed the architecture of my entire soul.

Where despair once grew, peace took root.

Where shame once lived, forgiveness bloomed.

Where insecurity echoed, purpose awakened.

My heart—once cracked from battles I was never meant to fight alone—became whole in the presence of a God who guards like a Lion but loves like a Father.

And now, whenever my path dims, whenever shadows whisper their familiar lies, I remember His roar—deep, eternal, written into the marrow of my being.

It reminds me:

I am protected.

I am chosen.

I am His.

For when the Lion found me, my heart changed forever—not because I became stronger, but because I learned whose strength had been carrying me all along.

My Wilderness - Personal blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.

My Wilderness - Personal blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.