Blog 34 : Opportunities, Grace, and Stepping Into Your Dream

 

Opportunities and Grace

Life has a way of opening doors that we once only whispered about in prayer. Opportunities don’t just fall into our laps — they come wrapped in grace, waiting for us to unwrap them with courage. This week, I found myself in rooms I once dreamed of being in, only to realize that stepping into your dream is both a joy and a terror.

The Joy and Terror of Being Seen

There’s something almost sacred about being seen — really seen. But with that visibility comes the weight of expectation, and the fear of making mistakes grows louder. It’s a delicate balance: wanting to shine while secretly trembling at the thought of stumbling.



The Little Girl Meets the Woman

Inside me, there is still that little girl — wide-eyed, hopeful, unsure if she truly belongs. And then there’s the woman I am becoming, the one who longs to see her visions materialized, who aches to step fully into her calling. This week, those two parts of me clashed, and it was as if they were both tugging at my soul in different directions.

Choosing to Show Up

In the end, I knew one thing: regret always stings deeper than fear. I would rather walk into the unknown, trembling but present, than shrink back and wonder “what if.” So I chose to show up. I chose to learn as I go, to make mistakes if I must, but to trust that each step brings me closer to the woman I’ve prayed to become.

A Final Whisper

If you, too, are standing at the edge of your dreams — scared, uncertain, but hopeful — know this: grace will meet you there. Don’t rob yourself of the joy of becoming because of the fear of failing. The very act of showing up is already a victory.

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