Life doesn’t always go as planned. Some days feel like uphill battles, and other times, we’re just trying to make it through the hour. But even in the chaos, there is a steady source of hope.
“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you.”
— Isaiah 43:2
It’s time to be real and vulnerable, even though it’s not easy. I’m not writing this for sympathy—I’m writing because God has been stirring my heart to speak honestly. Sharing my struggles isn’t something that comes naturally to me, but I believe there’s healing in bringing things into the light. This is just one way I’m learning to trust Him more with my story.
I could list every struggle I’ve faced—every battle, every burden—but here’s a glimpse of what God is walking me through right now:
- I’ve wrestled with my weight for years (and other health struggles), but by His grace, I’ve lost 70 pounds this past year.
- I constantly battle self-doubt and a lack of confidence in who He created me to be.
- I fall into the trap of people-pleasing, striving for perfection to earn approval I already have in Christ.
- I’m single in my late 30s, and some days, I wonder if marriage or starting a family is part of God’s plan for me.
- I’m learning to navigate the pain of loss and rejection—more on that soon.
These are the things I carry (and I don’t carry it well). But I also know this: God isn’t finished with my story yet. Every struggle is a place where His strength can shine through my weakness (2 Corinthians 12:9).
My dad recently went home to be with the Lord at the age of 70. Even now, the grief still hits like a punch to the gut. I’m learning that grief isn’t something you “get over”—it’s something you walk through, one day at a time, with God’s grace carrying you.
He taught me many things, but one lesson that stands out is the power of presence—the quiet strength of simply showing up for others. That truth stays with me, especially now.
Some memories are seared into my heart: watching his health decline, standing beside him in his final moments, delivering his eulogy while trying to hold back tears. It’s a lot to carry—but I know I’m not carrying it alone.
Even in this, I trust that “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted” (Psalm 34:18) and that He’s walking with me through every step of this painful, sacred journey.
I’m still in the thick of it—still struggling in many ways—but by God’s grace, I’ve recently started therapy as a step toward healing. It’s a journey of re-discovery, of learning how to face the things I’ve tried to bury, and of finding healthy, faith-aligned ways to cope with the battles inside me. Even after just two sessions, I can already see God working through it.
My hope is twofold: to honor my dad by living a life that reflects what he taught me, and to uncover the version of myself that God is shaping through this season. It’s not easy, but I’m beginning to understand that there is beauty in the struggle. It’s often in the broken places that God does His most transformative work.
“He makes beauty from ashes” (Isaiah 61:3)—and I’m trusting Him to do exactly that in me.
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