There are seasons when waiting doesn't feel peaceful. It doesn't feel like trust. It doesn't feel holy. It doesn't even feel hopeful. It feels like punishment. It feels like everyone else is moving while you're standing still, watching life happen through a window you can't open. I've lived in that place. Not for a few weeks. Not even for a few months. For years. So trust me when I say I KNOW THE FEELING I've waited for prayers that felt like they echoed back to me. I've watched relationships...

There was a time in my life when I believed someone had to tell me I was ready. I waited for someone to notice my potential. I waited for someone to validate my ideas. I waited for someone to choose me before I chose myself. I thought confidence came after approval. I thought purpose started when someone handed me an opportunity. I thought my voice only mattered if enough people agreed with it. So I waited. I waited to write. I waited to speak. I waited to lead. I waited to start the...

I don't think we wake up one day and decide to hide. I think it happens slowly. A comment here. A disappointment there. A rejection you never really recovered from. A room that made you feel like you were too much. Another that made you feel like you would never be enough. Without even realizing it, you begin to edit yourself. You stop speaking as freely because your opinions were once dismissed. You stop dreaming out loud because someone laughed the last time you did. You stop trusting...