Dear Me, I am choosing not to step into this new season dragging pieces of the old one behind me. Not because the past was meaningless, but because it mattered enough to honor it properly. I honor the seasons that shaped me. I honor the lessons that refined me. I honor the memories, the people, the love, the hopes, and even the disappointments. They were real. They were sacred in their own way. And they served their purpose.
But I am no longer willing to keep doing the same things while expecting different results. Wisdom has taught me what repetition without surrender costs. I am paying attention now. I am listening when God gently redirects instead of clinging to familiar blueprints that no longer fit where He is leading me.
I release the weight of unrealistic expectations I placed on others. I let go of trying to make people show up as something they were never meant or able to be. I free myself from rehearsing old patterns in my mind and calling it discernment when it was really fear of the unknown. God is not confused about where He is taking me, even when I am still learning how to trust the process.
It is okay that things look different than I planned. It is okay that certain relationships, connections, and even ministry expressions have shifted. That does not mean they failed. It means seasons changed. And I can respect what was without trying to resurrect it.
I am learning that I cannot receive the new while gripping the old with white knuckles. I cannot be filled if my hands are already full. So I am opening them. I am loosening my grip. I am making room.
Forgetting what lies behind and reaching forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward what God has called me to. Philippians 3:13 and 14
Behold, He is doing a new thing. Even now it springs forth. Isaiah 43:18 and 19
I trust the God who closes doors gently and opens new ones with purpose. I trust that obedience will always lead me into freedom, even when it first feels like loss. I trust that what is ahead does not require me to abandon who I am, only who I was forced to be to survive.
So I move forward with love, with humility, and with wisdom. I bless what was. I release what no longer is. And I step into what is coming with open hands and a willing heart.
Lord, here I am. Available. Ready. At peace.
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