Blog 16: Peace in the Storm


A Week of Disappointments

This week hasn’t been easy. It’s been filled with moments of disappointing news—things I didn’t see coming, things I couldn’t fix, and things I simply had to accept. I’m learning that sometimes, no matter how hard you try, life delivers lessons you didn’t sign up for.



Accepting What I Can’t Change

I’ve had to lean into surrender. I’ve had to  remind myself that not everything is within my control, and that’s okay. The peace I seek isn’t in the outcome—it’s in my ability to stay grounded despite it all.

Grateful in the Midst of Chaos

Even in the storm, I’m reminded of the good. I’m still here. I’m alive. My body works, my heart still hopes, and by God’s grace, my family is healthy. That alone is a miracle. 

Holding on to Faith

So I choose gratitude. I choose to believe that even in this storm, something beautiful is unfolding. Peace is mine, even here.

Regards 

May it be well with you. ❤️❤️❤️

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