Gemma stood before the group of teenage girls, her voice calm but her heart storming. As she shared her journey from high school fantasies to medical excellence, she noticed one girl—Amaka—whose eyes refused to meet hers. Something in her looked familiar… broken yet guarded.
After the session, Amaka lingered. "Ma, can I talk to you?"
In the quiet of an empty classroom, Amaka broke down. "I think I'm pregnant," she whispered. "And I don't know who I am anymore."
Gemma froze, not out of judgment, but from the weight of the moment. It was as if her younger self stood right before her—lost, ashamed, and searching for grace.
"I once thought love was everything too," Gemma began gently. "But love without God nearly destroyed me."
She didn't give Amaka a lecture. She gave her a hug. One that said, "You're not alone." One that reminded Gemma of why her journey mattered.
That night, Gemma returned home and knelt to pray—yet again, she felt nothing.
Frustrated, she opened her Bible, hoping for something—anything. Her eyes landed on Romans 8:28: *"And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God…"*