I Don’t Have the Answers—and That’s the Point
I don’t have it figured out.
I don’t know exactly what I want to do yet. I have ideas, sparks, nudges—but nothing concrete.
And for the first time, I’m allowing that to be okay.
This season is teaching me that clarity doesn’t come from panic. Purpose doesn’t come from pressure. And alignment doesn’t come from fear.
Sometimes, God dismantles the plan because the plan was never meant to lead you where your spirit belongs.
Reflection Questions:
Where am I rushing clarity instead of trusting timing?
What feels unfinished—but still meaningful?
How can I protect my peace in this waiting season?
If you’re in the in-between, this is your reminder—you’re not behind.