Tag: Christian encouragement

Posted in Health & Wellness

Weight Loss and Menopause

Posted on by Vikki Lynn Sorensen

Let’s Talk About Weight

Let’s talk about my favorite subject: weight loss.

Or weight gain, in my experience.

Or really, weight anything, which bothers me because I was not born into a family known for being “skinny.”

Now, I don’t want to turn this into a “poor me, I’m fat” post. I also don’t want to go on a rant about why fat-shaming still seems to be acceptable in the media when apparently everyone gets offended by everything else.

And I don’t want to spend this post talking about doctors who discount plus-size people the second they look at us and decide they already know what’s wrong.

Because honestly, that one deserves its own post.

How many serious health problems were missed because a doctor looked at a number on a scale and decided that explained everything?

But this post isn’t about any of that.

It’s about my struggle.

More importantly, it’s about what I’m learning in this menopause season of life.

Menopause Is a Beast

Menopause is a beast.

And I don’t think we’ve even discovered all the ways this beast can affect a woman’s body.

One of the most obvious symptoms I’ve experienced?

Weight gain.

Now, I know all the things I could and should be doing to lose weight.

Eat better.

Move more.

Drink more water.

Sleep better.

Manage stress.

And apparently stop eating Oreos like they are part of my treatment plan.

I know all of it.

But that’s not what I want to talk about.

I want to talk about how the weight creeps up on you.

And then…

BOOM!

Fifty pounds has somehow taken up residence on your body.

Overnight.

Okay, maybe not literally overnight.

But it sure feels that way.

And the strangest part?

I didn’t feel like I was doing anything dramatically different from what I had done before.

Yet suddenly, there it was.

And getting it off?

That battle is real.

Because unlike weight loss before menopause, this feels like a battle of the mind and emotions as much as the body.

I’m no doctor, so let me be clear: I’m speaking strictly from my own experience.

Before Menopause, It Felt Simpler

Before menopause, losing weight felt like more of a decision.

Decide.

Find a plan.

Execute.

And, for the most part, my body cooperated.

I could lose weight much more easily than I can now.

Unfortunately, for me, and probably for many women my age, there’s another part of this equation that nobody seems to talk about enough.

Menopause + COVID + Life

Menopause started for me at 50.

And it happened at a particularly difficult time.

I had just lost my mom.

I changed jobs.

I changed housing.

And then…

BOOM.

COVID lockdowns.

Stay home.

No contact with family.

Little contact with the outside world.

No going into the office.

No normal routines.

Just me.

At home.

Day after day.

If women who weren’t going through menopause experienced depression, isolation, anxiety, and what everyone jokingly called the “COVID 20,” imagine what all of that did to someone whose hormones were already doing their own version of a demolition derby.

Looking back, I can see how much those circumstances affected me.

Fast-forward to now, and I’m struggling.

The One Thing I Haven’t Fully Given to God

Here’s where this gets personal.

This may be the one area of my life that I haven’t consistently taken to the Lord in prayer.

Oh, I’ve prayed about it.

Sort of.

I’ve prayed:

“Lord, please help me not eat this Oreo.”

“Lord, help me get up and walk more.”

And even:

“Lord, please make this broccoli taste more like a bite of chocolate.”

And then…

Nothing.

Well, not nothing.

It’s not that God didn’t hear me.

In fact, there are times when I can almost hear Him laughing.

Not because He doesn’t care.

But because I suspect He knows exactly what I’m doing.

I’m asking Him to help me while still trying to maintain control of the situation myself.

And He probably looks down at me and thinks, “Are we ready to surrender this yet, Vikki?”

Fair question, Lord.

So I’m Going Small

In all seriousness, I’m desperate to take this to the Lord and completely surrender it to Him.

God knows me.

He knows that big goals overwhelm me.

He knows that when I look at a giant mountain, I sometimes spend so much time staring at it that I forget to take the first step.

So here’s my plan:

Little goals.
Little movements.
Small changes.
One day at a time.

Has this all been done before?

Yes.

But two things are different this time.

Two Things I’m Doing Differently

1. I’m Done Chasing Numbers

I refuse to look at numbers anymore.

They bother me.

They discourage me.

And I’ve had enough doctors throw numbers at me along with medication recommendations designed to make those numbers fit into the ever-moving goalposts they call “normal.”

I don’t want my entire health journey reduced to a number on a scale.

I want to focus on being healthier.

Stronger.

More active.

Better nourished.

And able to do more of the things I want to do.

2. I’m Giving This Battle to God

This is the big one.

God has faithfully fought so many other battles with me.

Why I haven’t completely yielded this one to Him is honestly beyond me.

Maybe because some things I still think I can handle on my own.

But Scripture reminds us that God is our very present help in times of trouble.

And I need to remember that includes this.

Galatians 3:13 reminds us that Christ has redeemed us from the curse.

And Psalm 104:14–15 reminds us that God provides the earth with food for us to enjoy and that food brings nourishment and strength.

I love that.

There’s even a little skincare reference in there.

Apparently, God was ahead of the beauty industry, too.

I Don’t Have to Figure It All Out

Clearly, God wants to be involved in this part of my life.

And why I’ve been so reluctant to completely yield it to Him is something I’m still working through.

But I know this much:

I don’t have to figure everything out.

I don’t have to know exactly where this journey will lead.

I don’t have to have the perfect plan.

I just need to obey.

Take the next step.

Make the better choice.

Move my body.

Eat food that nourishes me.

Rest when I need to rest.

And rely on strength that isn’t my own.

My health is still good, and I’m grateful for that.

But I want to do better.

I want to be able to do more with my grandchildren.

I want to be there for them.

But more importantly, I want to do more for myself.

I want to feel stronger.

I want to move more freely.

I want to enjoy this season of my life instead of constantly fighting with my body.

And I want to stop treating my health like something I have to figure out all by myself.

So this time, I’m giving it to God.

One little goal.

One little movement.

One small change.

One obedient step at a time.

And if I mess up?

I’ll start again.

Because apparently, grace applies to diets, too.

Although, I really do wish with all my heart that somewhere in the Bible it specifically mentioned ice cream, chocolate, and cupcakes.

Because clearly, I have questions.

And I feel like Jesus and I could have worked that out.

Posted in Midlife & Beyond

Almost 58 and Still Figuring It Out

Posted on by Vikki Lynn Sorensen

Life is funny. Or so they say.

I remember being in high school, long ago, and thinking I would have my whole life figured out by the time I reached my 50s. Fifty seemed positively ancient back then.

Then I graduated and started working. I remember thinking, “Just a few more years, and then I’ll get married and life will begin.”

I assumed I would spend my 20s sorting everything out and then spend my 30s really living life.

Of course, life had other plans.

My 30s arrived, and I found myself in an unhappy marriage with two beautiful girls who still bring so much sparkle to my life. I remember thinking, This isn’t how this was supposed to go.

By the end of my 30s, I was divorced and living back at home, thank God. I entered my 40s trying to rebuild not only my life, but myself.

Don’t get me wrong. Divorce freed me to finally start living again, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t one of the most painful seasons of my life.

Just Keeping My Head Above Water

I feel like I surfed through most of my 40s.

Neither here nor there.

Just maintaining. Keeping my head above water. Doing what needed to be done and trying to figure out what came next.

Then, near the end of my 40s, life changed again.

Big.

And painful.

I lost the two women who had been my anchors.

So once again, I entered another decade rebuilding my life and rebuilding myself.

Only this time, there wasn’t anyone to make it happen for me like there had been before.

It was just me and God.

Eight Years of Growth

I’m almost 58 now, and these past eight years haven’t exactly been easy.

But something has changed.

I can honestly say I’ve probably experienced more personal growth during these years than I did in all the decades before them.

I built a life for my girls and me as we learned to heal after losing my mom and my aunt.

I watched my little girl get married to the man of her dreams.

My older daughter was diagnosed with autism and found her person for this life.

I bought a house with my sister.

I became a grandmother.

Those things are precious. They are some of the sweetest gifts God has given me.

But even those things don’t compare to the deeper work God has been doing in me.

The correction.

The pruning.

The uncomfortable moments when He lovingly shows me that some things I thought were simply who I am are actually things He wants to change.

And honestly, that has been one of the greatest gifts of this season.

Finally Saying Yes

For the first time in my life, I feel like I am fully submitted to His will, whatever that may be.

And yes, I’m saying yes.

Although I am still respectfully asking Him not to relocate me to Florida or call me to be a missionary somewhere without air conditioning, where bugs and snakes are apparently considered part of the scenery.

But other than that?

Yes, Lord.

I’m also finally beginning to release my Vulcan death grip on old hurts.

And hear me when I say this: letting go of past hurts isn’t always about just forgiving someone else. Sometimes it’s about repenting for the part I played in the story.

That one hurts.

But it’s also freeing.

For a long time, I thought healing meant getting past what other people had done to me. Now I’m realizing that healing also means allowing God to show me where I need to take responsibility, change, repent, and move forward.

That kind of honesty isn’t always comfortable.

But freedom rarely is.

So What’s the Plan?

So what’s the plan as I head toward my 60s?

Start now.

Don’t be a “one day” girl.

Be a “day one” woman.

I heard a pastor say that once, and it has stayed with me.

I have two years and two months left in my 50s, and I don’t want to end this decade the way the last two ended, with me simply surviving, maintaining, or waiting for the next thing to happen.

I want to walk into my 60s prepared.

Not perfect.

Prepared.

Strong in Mind and Body

I want to be strong.

Strong in mind.

Strong in body.

Strong in faith.

I want a healthy mind that recognizes the enemy’s attacks instead of entertaining every fearful thought that walks through the door.

I want to be like a deeply rooted tree, steady when the storms come and not swept away by every tornado of what if and what now.

I want to live in a healthy body, fueled in a way that honors God and strong enough to move easily.

I want to dance in it.

Ride bikes in it.

Get down on the floor and roll around with my grandchildren in it.

And I want to be able to do whatever God asks of me for as long as He gives me.

A Prayer Life That Moves Heaven

I want a prayer life that breaks chains and rattles walls.

I want my daughters and sons-in-law to know they have a praying mama.

More than that, I want my grandchildren to grow up knowing, My grandma prays. And when Grandma prays, Heaven moves.

I don’t want prayer to be something I squeeze into my day when everything else is finished.

I want it to be the foundation underneath everything else.

Less Fear, More Obedience

I want to become fearless about reaching people for Jesus.

Not just being a pillar in my church, but being willing to step outside the comfortable walls of church and talk to someone about Jesus without letting fear talk me out of obedience.

I want to be willing to have the conversation.

To offer encouragement.

To pray for someone.

To share what Jesus has done in my life.

And I want my words to sound less like me and more like the Father.

Freedom to Say Yes

I want to be debt free, owing no one anything except a debt of love.

Because there is a different kind of freedom that comes when you aren’t financially tied down and can say yes when God puts someone on your heart.

We are blessed to be a blessing.

And I want to be free to bless people.

I want to be closer than ever to retirement, not because I don’t want to work, but because I want the work I do to be God-ordained work.

I want to use the gifts, talents, experiences, and even the hobbies God has given me to encourage people.

I want to reach younger women.

I want to minister to older women.

I want to write.

I want to create.

I want to serve.

I want to make people laugh.

I want to tell stories that point people back to Jesus.

And I don’t want to wait until I retire to start living that way.

This Is the Part That Matters

That’s the thing I’m finally beginning to understand. The woman I want to be in my 60s isn’t going to magically appear when I blow out the candles on my 60th birthday. The life I want isn’t waiting for me somewhere in the future. It is being built right now, in the choices I make today, the things I surrender today, the hurts I finally release, the habits I build, the prayers I pray, and the obedience that sometimes feels uncomfortable.

Maybe that’s what this season of life is really about. Not starting over. Not becoming someone completely different. But allowing God to finish the work He started in me all those years ago.

I spent a lot of my younger years waiting for my life to begin. I don’t want to do that anymore. My life isn’t waiting for me somewhere in my 60s. It’s happening right now.

And for the first time, I don’t need to have the whole thing figured out. I just need to know Who is leading me.

So here I am. Almost 58. Still learning. Still growing. Still messing things up occasionally. Still asking God to please keep the snakes out of my future. But more surrendered than I’ve ever been, and ready.

Not for some perfect future version of my life.

For today. For this season. For whatever God puts in front of me next. 

Posted in Life, Lately

Monday Blessings

Posted on by Vikki Lynn Sorensen

Monday is never, ever my favorite day.

The weekend is over, and a long week stretches ahead, full of what I like to call “busy nothings.”

If you’re anything like me, you start dreading it on Sunday night as the Great Reset begins. Prepping lunches. Setting up the coffee pot. (I don’t do Keurig, and my Nespresso is reserved for afternoon lattes, should I desire one.) Choosing clothes for the week. Maybe putting away whatever laundry was done over the weekend.

I just don’t like Mondays.

And I don’t like feeling that way.

It makes Sunday go by far too quickly. And since it’s the Lord’s Day, I feel a certain twinge of yuck spending the latter half of it all grousy because Monday is coming.

I was thinking about this last night as I sat with a cup of tea, Percy at my side, wishing I could do anything – ANYTHING – other than work a 9-to-5.

But God has been dealing with me lately about ingratitude over things I once asked Him for. And as I sat there, He reminded me of that.

Suddenly, my mind was flooded with little snapshots from the past weekend, and I realized just how much I have to be grateful for.

Then I wondered: What if I started Monday differently?

What if, instead of beginning the week thinking about everything I don’t want to do, I began by thanking God for everything He has given me?

What if I started Monday with gratitude?

Thankful for the blessings of the weekend. Thankful for the good things that happened during the week. Thankful for the specific, ordinary things that can so easily get overlooked.

So I decided to make it a habit.

And just like that, Monday Blessings was born.

Each Monday, I’ll share at least five specific blessings I’m thanking God for. These won’t necessarily be the big, obvious blessings we enjoy every day – the blood of Jesus, our freedom, our families, our jobs, our homes.

Those are blessings worth thanking God for every single day.

But these will be the specific blessings. The little things. The things that happened this week that made me stop and say, “Thank You, Lord.”

So let’s begin.

1. Two new ladies on my team

The two ladies joining our team at work are wicked smart and absolutely amazing. I can’t wait to work with them, learn from what they know, and finally have some input into how I can grow what has, up until now, been a pretty solitary role.

I’m really looking forward to what this could become.

2. My sister and her selflessness

Once again, my sister cared for Percy while I traveled for the weekend.

He does so well with her, and I’m incredibly grateful that I don’t have to board him when I’m away. Knowing he’s home, comfortable, and being loved makes traveling so much easier.

3. A new perspective

God has given me some new inspiration concerning my overall attitude toward my blessings.

Honestly, just having an attitude change about anything at my age is pretty cool.

But this one feels especially important.

4. Time with my Sophia

I cannot overstate this one.

Every time I see Sophia, there is something new. New growth. New abilities. New movements. New little things she can do that she couldn’t do the last time I saw her.

And I cannot get enough of her hugs.

They are life.

5. Coming home to a home-cooked meal

Again, courtesy of my sister.

But there was just something magical about coming home, sitting down to a lovely home-cooked meal, having a cup of tea, and then settling into my chair.

Nothing spectacular.

Nothing Instagram-worthy.

Just home.

And sometimes, that’s more than enough.

So here I am on Monday morning, trying something new.

Instead of looking at Monday as the end of everything good and the beginning of another long week, I’m choosing to stop and notice what God has already given me.

Because maybe Mondays aren’t the problem.

Maybe I’ve just been looking at them from the wrong direction.

What blessings are you grateful for this Monday?

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Posted in Walking Through the Bible

Walking Through the Bible: Numbers

Posted on by Vikki Lynn Sorensen

When I started reading Numbers, I expected a book filled with censuses, lists, and laws. Instead, I found a powerful story about God’s holiness, incredible patience, and His unwavering grace toward a people who continually struggled to trust Him. More than that, I found myself in the story.

1. God’s grace is greater than Israel’s stubbornness.

One thing became clear almost immediately: the Israelites were incredibly stubborn. Time after time, they doubted God, complained, rebelled, and forgot everything He had already done for them.

Yet every time they failed, God’s grace met them. His judgment was real, but so was His mercy. Reading Numbers reminded me that God’s patience is far greater than I often realize.

2. God takes every sin seriously.

One of the most sobering moments in Numbers is when Moses disobeys God’s specific instruction by striking the rock instead of speaking to it.

To us, it can seem like such a small thing.

But God is holy, and obedience matters.

Moses’ actions kept him from entering the Promised Land, reminding me that there really is no such thing as “small” sin when it comes to a holy God.

3. God’s promises really do come to pass.

I’ll admit that I’ve always skimmed through the opening census.

It’s just numbers…

Or so I thought.

This time I realized those numbers represented something much bigger.

They were the fulfillment of God’s promise to Abraham – that his descendants would become as numerous as the stars. Every family counted, every tribe listed, was evidence that God keeps His promises, even generations later.

4. Rebellion often begins with distrust.

As I continued reading, the rebellion only grew.

The people wanted to replace Moses and Aaron.

They wanted to return to Egypt.

God was ready to wipe them out, but Moses interceded on their behalf.

Even after Korah’s rebellion ended with the earth literally opening and swallowing people alive, Israel still didn’t fully trust God.

Then came the worship of Baal of Peor, where many of the Israelite men were drawn away by the Moabite women into idolatry.

I found myself asking,

How could they witness miracle after miracle and still rebel?

5. Then I realized…I’m not so different.

It’s easy to shake our heads at the Israelites.

I certainly did.

Until I realized something.

They didn’t have the Bible like we do today. They depended on Moses and on God’s visible presence among them. Of course, that should have been enough, and yet they still struggled to trust.

Then I began thinking about all of God’s instructions regarding worship, sacrifice, feasts, and offerings.

At first, I wondered how they managed to keep up with all of it.

Then it hit me.

I was viewing their lives through the lens of my modern, distracted world. Their entire national identity revolved around worshiping God. Every instruction was meant to keep Him at the center of their lives.

He wasn’t trying to burden them.

He was setting them apart.

Israel was called to be a holy people, belonging completely to Him.

6. Numbers became a mirror.

One afternoon while I was out walking, God gently convicted me.

I realized how often I’ve complained about the very blessings I once prayed desperately to receive.

I’ve been guilty of wanting to “go back to Egypt.”

Not literally—but in my attitude.

I’ve complained about responsibilities that are actually blessings. I’ve questioned God’s provision after watching Him provide again and again. I’ve worried about tomorrow even though He has faithfully cared for me countless times before.

Reading Numbers stopped being about Israel.

It became about me.

7. Trust is something I have to choose.

I’ve spent years seeing God’s faithfulness.

Miracle after miracle.

Provision after provision.

Answered prayer after answered prayer.

Yet there are still moments when I wonder whether He will come through again. Numbers reminded me that trust isn’t built by seeing more miracles. It’s built by remembering the God who has already proven Himself faithful.

I’ve repented of my complaining and asked God to help me become someone who truly trusts Him and to live as one of His set-apart children with a grateful heart instead of a grumbling one.

Final Thoughts

If I had to summarize what Numbers taught me in one sentence, it would be this:

God is holy, God is faithful, and God’s grace is far greater than my tendency to forget both.

I went into Numbers expecting lists and censuses.

I came away with a renewed appreciation for God’s holiness, His incredible patience, and a reminder that I need to stop looking so much like the Israelites and start looking more like someone who truly trusts the God who has never once failed me.

And perhaps that’s one of the greatest gifts of reading Scripture.

It doesn’t just tell us who God is.

It reveals who we are and lovingly invites us to become more like Christ.

Posted in Faith in Real Life

When You Miss the Season You Prayed For

Posted on by Vikki Lynn Sorensen

There is a quiet moment that often comes in midlife when we begin looking at our lives a little differently. It is not always because something is wrong. Sometimes it happens because something inside of us has changed. After years of moving through responsibilities, raising families, building careers, and simply doing what needed to be done, we finally have enough space to look around and ask deeper questions.

Did I become the person I thought I would become? Did my life turn out the way I imagined? Am I where I thought I would be by now?

Those questions can bring up so many emotions. Sometimes they fill us with gratitude because we can see how faithfully God carried us through seasons we never thought we would survive. Other times, they bring a sense of sadness because we realize some dreams did not unfold the way we expected.

I think many women quietly carry that feeling.

The grief of the life we imagined.

The career path we thought we would have.

The relationships we hoped would look different.

The version of ourselves we thought we would become.

But one of the greatest lessons God has been teaching me in this season is that the life I planned and the life He created are not always the same thing. And learning to trust Him with that difference has brought a deeper kind of peace than I ever expected.

The Weight of Comparing Our Lives

One of the hardest parts of living in today’s world is that comparison follows us everywhere. We see other people’s accomplishments, homes, careers, vacations, and celebrations, often without seeing the struggles, disappointments, and difficult seasons that exist behind the scenes.

It becomes easy to look around and wonder if we somehow missed something.

Maybe someone else’s life seems more successful.

Maybe someone else appears more settled.

Maybe someone else reached a goal we are still waiting for.

Before we realize it, we begin measuring our lives against someone else’s story instead of appreciating the one God is writing for us.

I have had to remind myself that God never asked me to live someone else’s life. He asked me to faithfully live mine.

Galatians 6:4 says, “Each one should test their own actions. Then they can take pride in themselves alone, without comparing themselves to someone else.”

That verse has become more meaningful to me as I get older because comparison steals our ability to see the blessings right in front of us. When we constantly look at someone else’s path, we miss the beauty of the road God placed beneath our own feet.

Releasing the Dreams That Did Not Happen

One of the most tender parts of midlife is learning how to hold our dreams differently.

Some dreams are still waiting to happen. Some dreams have changed. Some dreams need to be released because God has something different in mind.

That does not mean those dreams were foolish.

It does not mean those desires were wrong.

It simply means God sometimes writes a story that looks different from the one we imagined.

For years, I think many of us believed that if our lives did not follow the plan we created, something had gone wrong. But what if God was not behind schedule? What if He was simply leading us somewhere we could not see yet?

Isaiah 55:8-9 reminds us, “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD. “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.”

There is so much comfort in remembering that God sees the entire picture when we only see one small piece.

Finding Peace With the Life You Have Today

One of the greatest gifts of this season has been learning to appreciate the life right in front of me.

Not the perfect life.

Not the imaginary life.

The actual one.

The one filled with answered prayers and unanswered questions. The one filled with beautiful memories and lessons learned through difficult seasons. The one where I still grow, still change, and still need God every single day.

Sometimes we spend so much time waiting for the next season that we forget to notice the one we are living right now.

Psalm 118:24 says, “The LORD has done it this very day; let us rejoice today and be glad.”

This verse reminds me that today is not just a waiting room for tomorrow. Today is a gift. This season matters. This moment matters.

Even the ordinary days that seem small are still part of the story God is creating.

God Is Not Finished Writing Your Story

One of the biggest lies we can believe in midlife is that our best days are behind us.

Maybe life looks different than we imagined. Maybe some doors closed. Maybe some opportunities passed. Maybe certain dreams took a different direction than we expected.

But God does not waste a single season.

He uses everything.

He uses the years we spent raising children.

He uses the years we spent working hard.

He uses the years we spent caring for others.

He uses the years we spent learning, struggling, growing, and starting over.

Every piece of our story matters.

Philippians 1:6 gives us this promise: “Being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.”

God began a work in you long before this season, and He is still continuing that work today.

You are not finished.

You are still growing.

You are still becoming.

The Freedom of Letting God Lead

I think one of the most freeing things we can do in midlife is loosen our grip on the timeline we created for ourselves.

Instead of constantly asking, “Why didn’t my life happen the way I thought it would?” we can begin asking, “God, what are You showing me in this season?”

That question changes everything.

Because surrender does not mean giving up. Surrender means trusting.

It means believing that God’s plans are not smaller than ours. They are often deeper, richer, and more meaningful than anything we could have created for ourselves.

Jeremiah 29:11 says, “‘For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the LORD, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.’”

That promise was not only meant for the younger version of ourselves.

It is meant for the woman sitting here today.

The woman who is still learning.

The woman who is still growing.

The woman who is discovering that God is not finished yet.

Learning to Love the Story God Is Writing

Maybe midlife is not about chasing the life we thought we wanted. Maybe it is about finally recognizing the life God has been creating all along.

Maybe the dream was never only about what we accomplished. Maybe it was about who we became along the way.

The woman who learned patience.

The woman who found strength.

The woman who discovered grace.

The woman who realized she does not have to prove her worth because she was already loved by God.

I am learning to stop looking backward at everything I thought should have happened and start looking forward with open hands. The same God who carried me through every chapter before this one is still holding my story today.

And I trust Him with what comes next.

Let’s Keep the Conversation Going

I would love to hear from you. Have you ever found yourself grieving the life you thought you would have? What is God teaching you about trusting Him with the story He is writing?

Share your thoughts in the comments. Your words may encourage another woman who is walking through a similar season.

If this encouraged you, share it with another woman who may need the reminder that her story is not behind her.

God is still writing.