The Queen Who Rose Whole Isaiah 62:3 - Personal blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.

She did not become a Queen because life was gentle with her.

She became a Queen because it was not.

She was shaped in places where love was inconsistent, where safety had to be learned rather than given, where childhood required strength before softness. She learned early how to survive—and later, how to heal.

She walked through seasons of misplaced love, not because she lacked value, but because she was searching for closeness in spaces that reflected her unhealed wounds.

She carried coping mechanisms that once kept her breathing, not from weakness, but from pain that needed comfort before it ever found language or light.

She navigated broken trust, anger, grief, sadness, and sin—and still, none of it diminished her worth.

Because she did not remain where she was wounded. She saw a way forward. And she chose to change.

In God, she found forgiveness that did not shame her. Grace that did not demand perfection. Love that did not withdraw when she fell. Each past transgression, once surrendered, did not reduce her value—it refined it.

What once felt like evidence against her became testimony through Him. What once weighed her down became wisdom she now carries with reverence.

She became the woman she needed as a child.

The mother who listens.

The sister who protects.

The friend who stays.

The safety that does not disappear when emotions rise.

She gathered the little girl inside her—the one who learned to be quiet, strong, and self-sufficient—and she held her with patience instead of expectation.

She did not silence her pain.

She did not rush her healing.

She stayed.

And God stayed too.

He was with the child who prayed without words.

He was with the woman who chose to break cycles instead of passing them on.

He was present in every moment, healing felt slow, nonlinear, unfinished.

Both the woman and the child were her. And He never left either one.

She chose to end generational trauma not through blame, but through responsibility. Not through bitterness, but through intentional love practiced daily.

She mothered herself where there had been absence. She offered compassion where there had been dismissal. She created safety where there had once been fear.

She is still healing—and that does not make her unfinished. It makes her honest.

Now she stands not as a girl waiting to be chosen, but as a woman who knows who she is.

A Queen not because she is untouchable, but because she is integrated.

She rules with tenderness.

She leads with wisdom earned through lived experience.

She wears humility alongside authority.

She protects her heart without closing it.

Her crown is not made of gold alone—it is forged from grace, truth, repentance, courage, and faith.

You will be a crown of splendor in the Lord’s hand, a royal diadem in the hand of your God.

Isaiah 62:3

Lord,

I thank You for the woman You have raised from the places that once tried to break me.

Thank You for every scar You did not waste, for every lesson wrapped in mercy, for every moment You stayed when walking away would have been easier.

Breathe Your peace into me now—not because I am finished, but because I am faithful in the becoming.

Remind me, Lord, of what is now true: that I no longer ask if I am worthy—I know, because You have named me so.

I no longer search for safety outside myself, for by Your hand I have become it.

I no longer fear my past, for in You it has been redeemed, restored, and transformed into wisdom.

This is who I am now, God—a woman of You.

A cycle breaker who chose healing over inheritance of pain.

A healer in progress, held by grace, not perfection.

Crown me with wisdom born of surrender, strength that learned how to be gentle, and authority that protects rather than dominates.

Establish my steps and guard my heart. Bless my reign—not over others, but over the life You entrusted to me.

I am a Queen, Lord—not waiting for a throne, but standing firmly in the one I built with faith, courage, and love.

And heaven knows my name, because You have written it on the palms of Your hands.

Amen.

The Queen Who Rose Whole Isaiah 62:3 - Personal blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.

The Queen Who Rose Whole Isaiah 62:3 - Personal blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.