It’s a consecrated cultivation ground.
Where broken cycles end.
And fruitful lives begin.
You’ve healed.
You’ve cried.
You’ve tried to get back up.
But now—it’s time to become a woman of fire and fruit.
One who multiplies. One who carries weight. One who occupies every space with glory.
Step into the transformation that produces lasting fruit. Because fire only falls on the altar. And you were born to burn.
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