Days passed, but Gemma's heart felt heavy. She went through her motions—work, prayers, studying—but inside, a quiet doubt gnawed at her. Was she really making a difference? Was God truly with her, or had she been fooling herself all along?
One evening, exhausted and alone, Gemma received a call. It was Amaka, the girl she had comforted.
"Ma, I need help. I'm scared."
Without hesitation, Gemma rushed to her side, offering not only medical support but a mother's warmth.
As she held Amaka's trembling hands, Gemma prayed silently, asking God for strength, wisdom, and courage.
The test wasn't just about healing the body—it was about healing broken spirits, including her own.
That night, she understood: faith is not always feeling God's presence. Sometimes, faith is choosing to trust Him when all she felt was silence.
God was working, quietly weaving hope through every small act of kindness.
Gemma's journey was far from over. But with every step, she was learning to embrace the messy, painful, beautiful process of becoming exactly who God created her to be.