Reflections Along My Journey
When I look back over my life, purpose never came to me wrapped in a clean storyline or a grand announcement from above. It arrived through cracks, through pain, and through circumstances I didn’t want or choose.
Purpose looked like survival long before it looked like a calling. It looked like
getting out of bed the morning after trauma. It looked like learning to breathe again when grief swallowed me whole. It looked like choosing hope in the middle of chronic fatigue and autoimmune storms.
It looked like trusting that God had a
future for a girl who felt discarded, overlooked, and unworthy.
Then purpose began whispering. It was quiet but persistent. “Daughter, even this, even here, I can use your story.”
It has nudged me toward women who felt invisible. It has taught me how to sit with the broken without rushing the healing.
It has shown me that testimony grows out of ashes and holy courage grows
where fear used to reign.
Do you know what has surprised me the most? Purpose never waited for my pain to go away. It bloomed right in the middle of it. It bloomed on the mountain edge when I was paralyzed with fear and friends had to sing me down. It bloomed in hospital rooms and hard diagnoses. It bloomed in the quiet yeses whispered through tears. It bloomed in the forgiveness I never thought possible. It bloomed in the willingness to keep showing up, limping and trembling, but choosing love anyway.
Every part of the journey, including the messy, the sacred, the terrifying, and the beautiful, has shaped my purpose more than any perfect moment ever could!
Your purpose isn’t ahead of you. It’s Right Here!
So take the next step, even if you’re limping. Say yes, even if your voice shakes. Offer what you have, even if it feels small.
Trust God with the pieces, even if they’re broken.
Your purpose isn’t waiting for you “out there.” It’s unfolding in real time. One
scared, beautiful, faith-soaked step at a time.
Reflections Along Your Journey
1. How has God already used my pain, my story, or my broken places to bless others? Where have I seen purpose bloom right in the middle of the mess?
2. What calling, dream, or nudge have I been ignoring because I’m scared, I
might fail, or because I feel unworthy? What would obedience look like today?
3. Who in my life needs my courage, my story, or my presence? How might
showing up for them be part of my purpose?
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