Beyond the ordinary

Written by Stephanie D. Henry

Where My Journey Began

Before Atlanta.

Before the calling became clear.

Before I stepped out of everything I had ever known.

My journey began in a place of comfort that was slowly suffocating me.

In 2019, I found myself leaning on familiarity — family, routine, and what I had grown up knowing. On the surface, it looked like stability. But inside, I felt a quiet unrest. I knew there was more for me to do, yet procrastination and exhaustion began creeping in. I was tired. I was healing. And some days, I felt like giving up.

That same year, God answered a prayer I had carried for a long time.

While still living in the projects and walking through a painful separation and divorce, I asked God for a home — a place of peace for me and my children. In November 2019, that prayer was answered. Overnight, with nothing but my mama’s Suburban, my children, and the help of a neighbor, we moved into that house.

It wasn’t just a move.

It was a sign.

Still, obedience requires more than gratitude — it requires courage.

As time passed, I felt a deeper pull toward Atlanta. Not for opportunity alone, but for assignment. I felt led to move to help care for my uncle, but the decision wasn’t simple. My ex-husband and I shared joint custody, and I could not leave without permission.

So before standing before an earthly judge, I stood before the Judge.

I asked God — the true Judge — to order my steps and move in my favor if this was truly His will. When court was scheduled during the early days of COVID-19 in 2021, something unexpected happened. My ex-husband did not appear on the Zoom court date.

That moment marked the beginning of my release.

What looked like delay turned into divine alignment.

What felt impossible became permission.

And what started as obedience became transformation.

Atlanta wasn’t just a relocation.

It was the breaking point between who I had been and who I was becoming.

The Purpose Is The Passion

A faith-centered journey of healing, obedience, and becoming — for women who know there is more inside them than their past could contain.

You were not delayed.

You were not denied.

And what God placed inside you was never meant to be lost.

Through seasons of brokenness, uncertainty, and transition, I Will Not Miscarry My Purpose is a testimony of what happens when a woman chooses obedience over comfort, faith over fear, and purpose over survival.

This book is for the woman who:

feels called but unsure where to begin
has survived loss, separation, or delay
is stepping out of familiarity into the unknown
knows God is asking her for more

Your story isn’t ending — it’s being established.

Your purpose is still alive.

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I write for the individual who has spent most of their life standing in someone else’s shadow — unsure of their worth, uncertain of their voice, and disconnected from who God says they are.

I write for the one who has experienced molestation and has carried the weight of silence — afraid to speak out because you didn’t want to tear your family apart, afraid of judgment, or fearful of what others might think. This book honors your pain without forcing your pace. Your story matters, and your healing does not have to be hidden.

I write for the person who knows there is a fire burning deep within them — a calling that refuses to be extinguished — yet finds themselves constantly pouring into others, serving, helping, and holding everyone else together while neglecting their own becoming.

I write for the one who was told they would never amount to anything.

For the one who learned to survive by pleasing others.

For the one who put their dreams, their voice, and their needs on the back burner just to keep the peace.

And I write for the person who longs to love — but first needs God to teach them how to love themselves.

Because before you can truly love anyone else, you must learn to see yourself the way God sees you: whole, chosen, worthy, and deeply intentional.

This book is an invitation to step out of hiding.

To stop shrinking.

To stop surviving.

And to finally allow God to lead you into healing, identity, and purpose — without fear, without shame, and without apology.