Where you start is not where you will end.

Rain falls on saints and sinners alike, but the same water that soaks you also waters the seed inside you. You are not the storm; you are the sprout the storm is irrigating. Speak these words out loud:
“God has destined me for greater, because where I am is not who I am.”
Let the manger Jesus was born in remind you that royalty can start in rubble. Let the straw he laid on convince you that purpose can sleep in discomfort and still wake up to reign. Your current address is temporary; your divine destiny is permanent. Hold on. You will outgrow what you are in.