Sometimes I catch myself remembering the person I thought I’d become.
Not because I don’t love the life I have.
But because life looks different than I imagined it would.
I pictured a body that always kept up with my plans.
I imagined saying “yes” without first wondering how much energy it would cost.
I assumed I’d have more strength.
More certainty.
More control.
Life had other plans.
Fibromyalgia wasn’t part of the dream I had for myself.
Neither were doctor’s appointments, medications, or afternoons spent resting because my body simply couldn’t keep going.
For a long time, I felt guilty for grieving that.
After all…
I have so much to be thankful for.
A loving family.
A home.
Faith that has carried me through some incredibly hard days.
How could I grieve and be grateful at the same time?
Then I realized…
Those two things aren’t enemies.
They can exist together.
It’s okay to miss the life you imagined.
And it’s okay to embrace the life you’re living.
God has never been surprised by the detours.
He’s just as present in the unexpected chapters as He is in the ones we would have written ourselves.
These days, my dreams look a little different.
They’re slower.
Gentler.
More intentional.
Maybe even a little cozier.
And you know what?
I’m beginning to believe that’s okay.
Because purpose doesn’t disappear when life changes.
Sometimes…
It simply finds a new address.
🌻 Take With You 🌻
It’s okay to grieve the life you imagined. God is still faithfully writing beauty into the life you’re living.
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