Why Not Me?

"When I look in the mirror, I see a girl
Beautifully broken, perfectly flawed
I don't even know how I made it this far
And I'm asking myself questions like
Why did I do it? Why did this happen to me?"

There are moments I stand in front of the mirror 

And I don’t even recognize the girl looking back at me… 

“Why me?”
I’ve probably whispered that more times than I can count.

Why did they leave?
Why did they hurt me?
Why didn’t anybody see I was drowning?

You stand there, staring into the mirror, and behind the practiced smile… You see her.
The little girl who just wanted to be chosen.
The young woman who kept saying “I’m fine” while bleeding on the inside.

The pieces of you that were taken without permission.
The version of you who had to grow up too fast… carry too much… cry too quietly.

Why did this happen to me? Why wasn't I enough? Why did God let this happen?
You’ve asked these questions over and over, waiting for an answer.

But... Why not you?

Wait… what?

Yeaaa. You heard me. The song flips it: "Why not me?"

At first, it stings. Why would anyone be the perfect person to suffer? But then you realize...it’s not about suffering. It’s about survival. It’s about becoming.
It’s about how you didn’t die in that storm. You lived through it.

You’re still breathing. Still moving. Still becoming.

Becoming the girl who’ll pray for others the way she needed someone to pray for her.
Becoming the woman who’ll turn her scars into a safe space for others to heal.
Becoming the testimony. Becoming the voice.
Becoming the one who would walk through the fire, and not smell like smoke.

That’s not weakness. That’s power wrapped in grace.
Because even when you thought you were too broken, God didn’t walk away.
He stayed.
He held you when no one else knew how.
He whispered “You’re not disqualified. You’re destined.”

You don’t have to rush your healing.
God isn’t ashamed of your process; He’s present in it.
Even in your lowest moment, He was collecting your tears like treasure.
Every tear, watering a garden of growth you couldn’t yet see.

So, my love, show up anyway.
Show up bruised...but breathing
Wounded...but walking
Crying...but carrying your story like a seed that’s about to bloom.

And when the tears fall, because trust me, they will,
Let them fall freely.
Let them fall beautifully.

Let them water the garden of everything God is growing in you.

And the very thing that tried to destroy you… will become your ministry.

What was meant to bury you is about to bloom.

Yeah… it hurts.
But maybe, just maybe, instead of asking “Why me?”
You'll reflect and say, 

" Why not me? Huh...?
I'm the perfect person to go through the storm
It won't break me, it won't kill me, I'll move on
And I'll come out even better than before
And I'll never see this place anymore
'Cause my faith is gettin' stronger every day
I'm removin' everything that's in my way
And the fact that I survived another day...
      Why. Not. Me? "