Today I’m not feeling very trusting. I’m not feeling patient. And I’m definitely not feeling grateful for the lesson.
Yesterday I took a fall. And today I’m sitting here likely with a broken ankle — and a whole lot of emotions.
I had momentum. Plans. Things lined up for the next six months that I was excited about and ready to work toward.
And now everything feels… paused.
I’m mad. I’m frustrated. I’m trying hard not to spiral into the why now and why me questions — but if I’m honest, they’re there.
I know all the right things to say. I know about trusting the timing. I know setbacks don’t mean the end of the story.
But knowing and feeling are two very different things.
Right now, this setback doesn’t feel like a blessing or redirection. It just feels heavy.
So today, I’m giving myself permission to feel it — without rushing to fix it or wrap it in meaning.
Maybe the faith part comes later. Maybe the lesson shows up after the swelling goes down. Maybe today is just about getting through the day without letting bitterness take root.
“Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for Him.”
— Psalm 37:7
Stillness has never been my strength. And waiting — especially when I didn’t choose it — feels uncomfortable and unfair.
But I’m reminding myself that being still doesn’t mean being done. And pausing doesn’t mean I’ve lost what was coming.
If you’re in a season where life hit the brakes without asking — you’re not weak for being mad about it.
Today, I don’t have a perfectly tied-up ending. Just this quiet truth I’m holding onto:
God can still work in the pause. Growth can still happen when progress looks different. And even here… I’m still allowed to bloom.
Maybe slower than I planned. But not stopped.