i don’t want to forget these days—the in-between, the not-yet, the still-figuring-out-everything moments of life. i want to savor it all up for a rainy day, years from now, and remember the story that was—that is—being written.
the early bedtimes and earlier mornings, usually.
the ups and downs of my 4w5 creative processes.
the discoveries of new hobbies.
the spontaneous drives out of town.
the laughter with lifelong friends, new and old.
the journaled prayers and morning matcha.
the tensions of figuring out life as a twenty-something-year-old.
& even with all the unknowns and (more) change ahead and (lots of) dreams for the future, one thing i do know:
there is nothing sweeter than growing closer to Jesus; nothing compares to knowing Him.
even in the waiting,even in the change,
even in all the unknowns,
we can trust Him. He our true home, our steadfast rest, our forever peace that passes all understanding. we can trust Him with our stories, from beginning to end—the deep joys and deep pains, the blessings in disguise and undeserved grace—all for our good and His glory.
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