A friend once shared something with me that I thought was a beautiful way to move through life. She spoke about sitting on broken branches—not with fear, but with certainty—because she knew she could fly.

I didn’t just hear it… I felt it.

And over time, that idea became more than a metaphor. It became a way of being. A quiet knowing that even if the branch beneath me were to break, I would not fall—because I have wings… 

Last month, I released my debut book, The Girl God Imagined. A deeply personal and intimate reflection of my journey. What makes that moment even more meaningful is this—I have never formally studied writing. No official courses. No structured training in the art of language.

And yet… I wrote.

Not because I felt fully prepared.
Not because I had it all figured out.
But because something within me moved—in spite of fear.

As I was writing, I began to recognize a pattern in my life.

Every time I stood on a branch that felt uncertain…
Every time something beneath me felt like it might break…

It did. And yet—I never truly fell. Somehow, I always rose.

Not always perfectly. Not always gracefully. But there was always a lift. Always a becoming. Always a knowing. A quiet, unwavering truth: I will be okay. I will always be okay.

Fear has a way of convincing us to stay still.
To grip tightly.
To wait for certainty that may never come.

But what if the breaking is not the end?

What if the breaking is the moment your wings remember what they were created to do—to ascend. The Girl God Imagined is, in many ways, a guide—though even that word feels too small. It is a reminder. A gentle invitation to trust that God has already imagined something beautiful for each of us.

Even when we cannot see the how.
Even when we question the why.
Even when the branch beneath us begins to crack.

Broken branches are not meant to be feared.

They are meant to be recognized.
Acknowledged.
And released.

Because they were never meant to hold you forever. 

Are you ready to trust your wings more than the branch that sits beneath you?

With love
Cealle