My Next Chapter Begins With…

🌿 My Next Chapter Begins With…

My life seems to be moving in a new direction, though I’m not quite sure how it will unfold. Spiritually, I feel like I’m walking into a new phase — one that feels sacred, guided, and necessary. I’m at peace with that. But physically? I’m concerned.

Lately, I’ve been experiencing more aches and pains — stiffness in my joints, deep fatigue. And while I try not to let it stop me, I do wish I felt stronger. I want to be healthy and whole so I can finally begin the work I’ve been dreaming of for so long on Grandmom’s Little Acre. I want to plant my feet on that soil and feel its welcome. I believe once I do, clarity will come. Purpose will follow.

I remind myself: “All things work together for good to them who love God and are called according to His purpose.” And I do believe that. I really do. But still — I feel ready in my spirit, and I want to get things started. Ugggh!

A New Day, A New Way

It’s early. The day began the way most do:Prayer. A body check. Thoughts about what must be done. A shower. Getting dressed.

And already, the day looks so full of what I have to do — and not nearly full enough of what I want to do.

What I really want? To be surrounded by warmth and nature. To just be in it. Let it fill me. Replenish me. For a day, a week… whatever it takes to feel whole again.

Even though my joints ache and my strength feels thin, I’m still grateful. I’m working on healing. I’m working on rest. I’m working on finding joy again. But everything just feels so slow.

Sometimes I want to walk away from it all — go off somewhere and not come back until I feel more like the me I believe I’m meant to be.

But… the funds. The energy. The responsibilities. Always something.Always working through the hard things, never quite enough of the pleasurable things.

Still, I move forward. I start. I rest. I accomplish. I rest again. And somehow, I keep going. That, too, is a blessing.

I just don’t want to get to the end of all this… too tired, too worn, to enjoy the life I see in my spirit.

It’s that vision — the one in my soul — that keeps me going.

When my body says rest, but my spirit wants to roam.

And I have to believe I’ll get there. Soon.