Becoming, Gently

I know it feels like everyone else is ahead.
They’ve got the dream job, the money, the relationship, the soft life vacations, waking up at 5 a.m. like it’s a breeze. And you? You’re still figuring out what you're gonna eat today (same to be honest).

But guess what? That's okay

Blooming isn’t a race. It’s a journey. And sometimes, growth looks like lying in your bed whispering, “God, help me today.” And I don't know bout youu but I think that still counts. That’s still progress.

God sees every little step you take.
He’s not watching your timeline like, “She should’ve reached already.”
Nah, man. He’s walking with you. Planting you. Watering you. And when the time is right, my love, you’ll bloom. Fully, freely, beautifully.

So don’t let comparison rob you of your pace.
Don’t let pressure tell you who you should be by now.
So take your time. Breathe.

You’re allowed to grow slowly.

You’re not “falling off,” you’re being formed.

God’s still writing your story. Still holding space for your tears and your triumphs. Still working all things for your good. And when you bloom? It's gonna be something beautiful. Real talk. 

You’re not behind, love. You’re becoming.