The author acknowledges the limitations of human understanding and emphasizes the peace found in trusting God like a child trusting a guardian. Trusting God involves surrendering worries, praying, and striving to live without sin. The author contrasts the emptiness of worldly pursuits with the peace found in reading the Bible and praying, ultimately advocating for trust in God's unique guidance and timing.
You’re Tired and I’m Tired; That’s Their Goal
You are tired, and I am tired. This is not just the kind of exhaustion that sleep can fix. It is the kind that lingers in your body, slows your thoughts, and makes even simple things feel heavier than they should. It is the kind of tiredness that convinces you to scroll instead of speak,… Continue reading You’re Tired and I’m Tired; That’s Their Goal
Every Time I Choose, I Got It
I used to wait. Wait to be picked.Wait to be seen.Wait to be validated in ways that felt like permission to exist fully. I was a “choose me” kind of person.The kind that made herself smaller, softer, easier to accept.The kind that performed worth instead of knowing it. Because somewhere along the way, I learned… Continue reading Every Time I Choose, I Got It
I Am the Blueprint
For the longest time, I thought I needed a blueprint. I thought I needed someone to show me how to do this right. I thought I needed guidance, structure, a clear path to follow so I would not make the wrong moves or waste time figuring things out on my own. I believed that somewhere… Continue reading I Am the Blueprint
I Didn’t Have the Luck I Expected, But I’ll Definitely Take the Risk
I used to think life would meet me halfway. That if I worked hard, stayed patient, and did the right things, something would eventually open up for me. I thought there would be a moment where everything aligned, where the timing made sense, where things finally felt… easier. I thought luck would find me in… Continue reading I Didn’t Have the Luck I Expected, But I’ll Definitely Take the Risk
When Your Life Feels Like It’s Not Yours
There is a quiet kind of frustration that does not always come out in words. It sits in your chest and shows up in small moments, like when you are scrolling and see people your age traveling, dating, and moving freely through their lives as if they fully belong to themselves. In those moments, a… Continue reading When Your Life Feels Like It’s Not Yours
As A Woman
As a woman,I carry both the softness I was never taughtand the strength I had to build alone. As a girl growing up,I searched for a mirrorin faces that never quite reflected me.I needed a mentor,someone steady,someone sure,someone to say, this is how you hold yourself togetherwhen life tries to pull you apart. There were… Continue reading As A Woman
When It’s Time to Pray for Something New
There comes a quiet, almost unnoticeable moment in your life when your prayers begin to feel different—not because God has gone silent, and not because your faith has weakened, but because you have outgrown the version of yourself that once whispered those earlier prayers into the dark, hoping something, anything, would hear you. The first… Continue reading When It’s Time to Pray for Something New
The Grass Is Greener Where You Water It
I keep coming back to this, apparently it’s a lesson that I have to learn: The grass isn’t greener somewhere else.It’s greener where you water it. It’s greener where you decide to stay long enough to care, long enough to be present, long enough to see something through instead of constantly wondering if there’s something… Continue reading The Grass Is Greener Where You Water It
I Was So Busy Filling Everyone Else’s Cup, I Forgot About Mine
I was so busy filling everyone else’s cup, I forgot to check if mine had anything in it. I poured into people because that is what I thought love looked like. I thought care looked like giving, helping, showing up, anticipating needs, softening hard things, and making sure everyone else was okay before I ever… Continue reading I Was So Busy Filling Everyone Else’s Cup, I Forgot About Mine
No One Talks About the Quiet Struggle of Holding It All Together
No one really talks about the quiet struggle of being the one who has to hold everything together. Not the loud kind of struggle.Not the dramatic kind that people easily notice.The quiet kind.The kind that lives in your chest, in your thoughts, in the way your body feels tired before the day even really begins.… Continue reading No One Talks About the Quiet Struggle of Holding It All Together