There’s a deep sense of peace that comes when I write things down.
At first, I’m afraid—but then courage gently rises.
At first, I’m resentful—but then forgiveness finds its way in.
At first, I’m impatient—but grace begins to teach me to wait.
At first, I crave control—but surrender welcomes me in.
It’s chaotic and loud inside me… then suddenly, I hear His softest whisper.
Writing feels like reconnecting.
Like coming home.
Like being held in His arms again.
I can’t quite explain it—but in that moment, perfect peace finds me.
I reconnect with Him.
And I don’t want to chase someone else’s path anymore.
I want this peace—the one I find right here, where I’m held gently.
This love that keeps me, holds me tight, and pursues me still.
I don’t deserve it—but His grace keeps opening the way.
A way back to Him.
A way to stop running after things that were never mine.
To stop chasing the wind,
To stop embracing fear instead of joy.
So here I am—still writing.
Still showing up.
Still returning to the place where peace meets me again.
Here in this safe haven—Jesus.
