When You Don’t Belong to the Storm Anymore—But the Wind Still Knows Your Name

There are pieces of your past
that stop holding you—
but still whisper sometimes.

Not to pull you back.
Not to undo the healing.
Just to remind you:
you lived through something
that tried to name you.

And even though you’re no longer in the middle of it,
there are moments it still catches you.
In a glance.
In a sound.

In a sudden breath you didn’t know you were holding.

That’s not weakness.
That’s memory.
And memory isn’t always pain—
sometimes it’s just the body remembering who it had to be.

You don’t belong to that storm anymore.
But the wind still knows your name.

And that’s okay.

Because now?
You don’t brace for it.
You don’t apologize for how deeply you once felt it.
You let it pass.
And you stay rooted.
Knowing the storm didn’t name you.
God did.

And He never once called you broken.

He called you through it.
He walked you out.
And now when the wind rises—
you don’t run.
You remember.
And you bless the ground that still holds you.

—Angela
the voice beneath Daughter, Unwritten™