There are moments — quiet, aching moments — when it feels like your life has lost its thread. Like someone pressed pause on your purpose and scattered the pieces of who you thought you'd be. You look around and wonder, How did I get here?🤔 The path that once felt sure now feels unfamiliar, like walking through fog barefoot, unsure of what you’ll step on next.
But beloved, that is not the end of your story. It's the middle. The sacred, messy middle where God is doing His hidden work.
Not everything is meant to make sense right away. If we saw the full picture too soon, we might try to take control and shortcut the very healing we need. Sometimes the detours are the deep work. The confusion is the cocoon. What feels like delay is often divine preparation.
It’s in these seasons of feeling lost that God gently whispers, Come back to Me. Come back to who I say you are. Not who your fear says. Not who your past says. Not even who your achievements or disappointments say. Come back to your origin—the One who knit you together in the secret place.
📖 "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths." — Proverbs 3:5–6 (NKJV)
There’s a regathering happening. A holy unfolding. God is awakening the parts of you that grief silenced and fear numbed. He’s restoring what you thought was lost forever. The dreams you buried? He remembers. The you that once felt light and hopeful? She’s still in there, waiting to be reintroduced.
This isn’t failure. This is forming. This is the chrysalis before the wings.
So if today you feel lost, be still. Don’t rush to fix or find. Just rest in the knowing that your Shepherd has never lost sight of you. The map is still unfolding. You are not behind. You are becoming.
💡Reflection:
What parts of yourself have felt scattered or silenced in this season? Invite Holy Spirit to show you one area He is restoring, even if you can’t yet see the outcome.
🕯️ A Whispered Prayer:
Lord, I don’t understand everything right now. But I choose to trust that You do. Gather the pieces of my weary heart. Show me that even in the fog, You are forming something beautiful. Help me surrender the need to know, and rest in the grace of simply being found by You. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
You are not alone. You are not too far gone. You are in process — beautiful, sacred process. Stay tender. Stay open. Let grace gather you.
You are deeply loved.
Freitag, 20. Juni 2025
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