Reflections & Real Life

Today was supposed to be about a treadmill. At least that's what the picture shows. But beneath 35 minutes and 1.05 miles was a season of waiting, uncertainty, and a question I've been wrestling with: What is my responsibility, and what belongs to God?

For years, every failed attempt felt like proof that something was wrong with me. But after years of journaling, caregiving, tracking my health, and paying attention to the patterns, I'm starting to wonder if I wasn't collecting evidence of failure at all. Maybe I was collecting clues.

Sometimes we don’t miss things because they aren’t there… we miss them because we’re just trying to get through the moment. This simple shift gave me 30 minutes back I didn’t even realize I needed.

Sometimes I wonder if I’ve been running for so long that I forgot to ask where I was actually trying to go. Maybe exhaustion is not always about doing too little. Sometimes it comes from carrying too much for too long. 💛

I’m in a season of becoming. Not everything makes sense yet, and maybe it’s not supposed to. But I can feel something being built in my life… quietly, steadily, with purpose. This year isn’t about having all the answers. It’s about taking the next step, choosing trust over fear, and moving forward anyway. Even in the unknown, I’m still becoming. And I trust that I’m being guided every step of the way.