Blog 38: Surreal Becoming

 

Stepping Into the Life I Prayed For

Surreal. That’s the only word that fits right now. The life I dreamt of, the one I worked for in faith, in tears, in discipline, in doubt, is slowly coming together. And I’m standing here feeling both happy and nervous in the same breath.

I keep asking myself, “Am I ready? Am I capable? Am I worthy?”
But even with those questions whispering at the back of my mind, my spirit refuses to sit still. My stance remains firm: I’m getting in anyway.

I can’t sit back and let fear rob me of what I’ve prayed for. I can’t let my emotions dictate my destiny. The rooms I’m in today… Nothing could have prepared me for them. Nothing. So there was never a way for me to arrive “ready.” God positioned me, and now I’m learning to walk in that positioning with grace, humility, and courage.



Embracing the Unknown

The truth is, preparation can only take you so far. Some seasons require more willingness than readiness. And I’m willing.

Excited.
Open.
Soft enough to learn.
Bold enough to grow.

I don’t know everything I need to know yet, but every step forward affirms something inside me: I can do this. Not because I’m perfect, but because I’m chosen for this moment.

No More Shrinking

I refuse to let myself down by shrinking. I refuse to dismiss the gifts God has placed in me just because feelings feel loud. Feelings come and go, purpose stays.

If God put me here, then I belong here.
If God opened this door, then I’m meant to walk through it.
If God aligned this moment, then there is something in me that is already prepared, even if I can’t see it yet.

Ready For Whatever Comes

I’m excited for the journey. Excited for the lessons, the stretching, the expansion, the mistakes that will strengthen me, the opportunities that will shape me.

Come what may,I’m here for it.
Fully present.
Fully surrendered.
Fully grateful.

God, You’re good.
Always have been.
Still are.
Forever will be.

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