A new year. Such a joy to sit down with these fresh pages. The last journal I used had the word “dreams” written on the cover. I disliked it from the beginning (I’m weird about journals...) which ended up being quite symbolic.
Because realizing and achieving those dreams can be a long and painful process. Expectations don’t always match the reality. Curveballs are thrown. We are told to wait.
And then we end up in a new place that we weren’t expecting, and look back to see he was there all along. Chiseling. Shaping. Molding.
Merging the dreams you have in your head to match the plans he has for your heart.
Anger. Tears. Joy. Relief. Trust. Stillness. His arms around me through every single one.
Today I sit with gratitude at this road he has us on. I do not know what is around the next corner, but I can walk with confidence knowing my Father is already there.