Dear Reader,
Some days, I look at my life and wonder why it’s taking so long. Why certain prayers are still unanswered.
Why are certain dreams still seeds? Why certain wounds still ache. I used to think this meant I was failing, but I’ve been learning that God’s work in me is far gentler than I realised.
Isaiah 42:3 says, “A bruised reed He will not break.” When I read that verse recently, I cried. Because that’s exactly how I’ve felt bruised, bent, fragile.
And yet, here I am. Not broken, not discarded, not thrown away. Just held by a God who refuses to rush me.
This season, I’ve been learning to pay attention to the small shifts. The mornings when I wake up and feel a little lighter. The moments when laughter sneaks back into the room.
The times when I feel a flicker of hope, where before there was only numbness. That’s restoration of God's light upon me, too quiet, patient, almost unnoticeable unless you slow down to see it.
Reader, maybe your healing looks small right now. That’s okay. God is not in a hurry. He is remaking you with care. And one day, you’ll see the masterpiece He’s been painting all along.
With warmth,
Your Favourite Girl❤️