Blog 37: Today’s Struggles, Tomorrow’s Fruits 🌿

The Beauty in Becoming

Today’s struggles will always reap tomorrow’s fruits and lessons; that’s something I’m learning to hold close. Yesterday was one of those chaotic, emotional days that felt like a divine reminder of purpose. I had an exam to write and, on the very same day, I was invited to give an alumni speech at a graduation event for a program I didn’t even complete.

It felt ironic at first, standing on that stage as someone who didn’t finish the journey like others did. But it was also humbling. I had kept in touch with the people there and left the program on mutually understood terms. So, when they reached out, I knew this wasn’t a coincidence; it was grace.

Sometimes, God places you back in rooms you thought you had outgrown just to remind you that your value was never tied to completion, but to contribution.

Divine Reconnection

This year, I went through a difficult time, one of those quiet storms that shakes your confidence and makes you question your strength. In that moment of weakness, the only person I could think of reaching out to was someone from that same program.

I was hesitant. My pride whispered, “Don’t bother them,” but my spirit said, “Ask anyway.” And though the person didn’t help in the exact way I expected, they ended up helping in many other ways that mattered even more. Their presence reminded me that God’s assistance doesn’t always come packaged in the form of solutions. Sometimes, it arrives as perspective, connection, or redirection.

It was a reminder that every seed planted in past seasons, every relationship, every effort, every kind word, eventually blooms in its own time.

Gratitude for the Process

Looking back now, I’m grateful, grateful that I stayed connected, grateful that I showed up, grateful that I could still stand and speak life into others while I’m still healing myself.

The steps I take today, even when they feel small or unseen, will surely pay off tomorrow. I’ve seen it before, and I’ll see it again. My ventures are growing steadily, my faith is maturing, and my peace is deepening. Progress, no matter how slow, is still progress.

There’s something sacred about learning to be patient with yourself. I used to punish myself for not being “there” yet — for not reaching my own impossible deadlines. But now, I’m letting God do His best work through me, without rushing Him or myself.

God’s Perfect Timing

Every time I try to force my own timeline, I end up exhausted. Every time I surrender, things start to align naturally. That’s God’s grace in motion, quiet, steady, and intentional.

I’ve realized that the real victory isn’t just in achieving goals but in learning to trust the process that gets you there. The moments of confusion, fatigue, and doubt are all ingredients in the making of something beautiful.

Yesterday, as I stood in front of that audience, speaking words of encouragement, I felt God’s presence so strongly. Not in the loud applause or the smiles from the crowd, but in the quiet affirmation within me: “You are exactly where you’re meant to be.”

That reassurance softened something in me. It reminded me that even when life doesn’t look like the dream, it’s still part of the dream.

Faith Over Perfection

I don’t have everything figured out, not even close. But I’m learning to appreciate where I am while trusting where I’m going.

I’m learning that not finishing something doesn’t make it a failure; sometimes it means the lesson was in the leaving. Sometimes God allows detours to prepare you for destinations you didn’t even know existed.

So, I’m thankful. Thankful for the lessons that came wrapped in struggle. Thankful for the grace that found me in moments of doubt. Thankful for the gentle reminders that I am still growing, still learning, and still held by a faithful God.

The steps taken today will bear fruit, maybe not in the way I expect, but in the way I need.

Thank you, God.