“Even This? Yes… Even This.”

 

“Even This? Yes… Even This.”

A Devotional by Celestine Gatley | A Designed Transformation

📖 Philippians 4:13 (KJV)

“I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.”

Hey love, Blessings to you today!  I pray all is well.  

I don’t know what today looks like for you, but if no one’s asked you lately…

How’s your heart?

Really?

Not the polished version you show the world.

Not the “I’m fine” smile.

Not the “praise God anyway” voice you’ve learned to use in public.

But the real one.

The part of you that’s been holding it all together while quietly falling apart inside.

The part that prays and believes but still cries behind closed doors.

Because I see you.

And more importantly… God sees you too.

There’s something sacred about the moment when we stop pretending we’re strong.

When we stop quoting verses like motivational slogans and start living them like lifelines.

That’s what Philippians 4:13 is.

Not a flex. Not a performance.

A cry from the gut that says:

“God, I can’t… unless You help me.”

“I can do all things through Christ…”

Even get out of bed when my soul feels numb.

Even keep praying when nothing’s changing.

Even carry this pain, this pressure, this story…

Because He is carrying me.

💔 Speak this slowly, like you’re comforting your own heart:

🗣 “God, I don’t have to be okay right now.

You love me as I am.

And You’re not asking me to push through—You’re asking me to lean in.”

Maybe no one told you this, but...

It’s okay to be tired.

It’s okay to not be strong right now.

It’s okay to say, “I’m not okay”—and still be full of faith.

Because faith isn’t the absence of tears.

It’s the courage to bring those tears to Jesus.

🕊️ Decree this over yourself, not because you feel powerful, but because Heaven is fighting for you:

I decree that:

I am not a failure because I’m feeling weak.

My pain is not too much for God.

I will not be buried by this—I’m being reborn through it.

I will not shut down—I will reach out.

This season will not steal my future.

I am healing in places I didn’t even know were hurting.

Let’s talk honestly for a second…

There are days I’ve sat in silence, staring at the wall, wondering if anyone would notice if I just disappeared for a while.

There’ve been times I cried in the shower so no one would hear.

Times I worshipped through gritted teeth, not because I felt it—but because I needed Him more than I needed relief.

And God met me there.

Not in the polished, perfect version of me…

But in the mess.

In the “I don’t have anything left to give” moment.

And if He met me there, friend—He will meet you too.

🙏 Can I pray with you?

Jesus,

This one is hurting. Quietly. Deeply. Secretly.

And You know it all.

You see the invisible weight, the silent grief, the swallowed tears.

And You don’t turn away. You draw closer.

Today, would You be the lifter of their head?

Would You hold their heart like only You can?

Would You remind them that they don’t have to earn comfort—they only have to receive it?

Whisper peace into their soul.

Let them feel safe to breathe again.

And when they can’t walk, carry them.

In Your faithful, loving name… Amen.

💛 Don’t rush off—please hear this:

You are not weak.

You are not behind.

You are not forgotten.

You are deeply loved… even here. Especially here.

You don’t need to have all the answers.

You don’t need to pretend today is easy.

You just need to know this:

You’re not alone. You never were.

And you can do this.

Even this.

Because Christ is strengthening you—not with pressure, but with peace.