Listening to a sermon today that hit me right in the heart. I’ve always wondered if the regret of the past would haunt me, but after this sermon, I’m finally at a place where I can see the past for what it was. God knew when He made me that I would always bloom late. Later than even I thought possible. It’s taken to my early forties to fully understand that surrender isn’t bad. Blooming late isn’t bad. Acceptance that comes later isn’t bad, as long as it comes.
Trust me when I say God knows what I want. I’m not shy about voicing it. The fact is God knows what I need. I have to trust that He knows what I don’t. I don’t like waiting, but it is my season. It’s one of the most painful seasons, but one of the most productive. I can no longer do what I’ve done, and expect different results. Starting fresh is scary, but almost refreshing. I’ve been unburdened. This is the best gift.
I will succeed. I will fail. I will understand that the journey is reward alone. Equip me Lord. Strengthen me Lord. I don’t know what comes next. That is the beauty of faith. To keep going in the dark awaiting the light.
Love yourself and one another.
Pray without ceasing, Regine