The Weight of Adulthood and the Grace of Surrender

Then, surrender comes. The desire to control, to hold on, to carry everything alone—it begins to fade.
Then, surrender comes. The desire to control, to hold on, to carry everything alone—it begins to fade.
To the regrets, the fleeting emotions, the days we can never return to.
What would you do if you were ten times more courageous?
Perhaps not even close, not even once.
And yet I wonder why you still love me.
But somewhere along the way, we start to wonder—what happens when we don’t feel as noble, as fearless, as graceful? What happens when we feel unseen, rejected, or not enough?
So you will laugh again, and you will jump again in faith. No longer will you hide in a cave of fear and doubt. You will step into the light, into a new season, and embrace the yellows—the warmth, the hope, the joy.
let your laughter leave traces in photographs,
find fabrics that embrace you—
not places that confine you."
We are hard-pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.
"Is there something bothering you?"
And if the time comes when I can no longer sit at our dinner table or wash the dishes at our sink—when it's my turn to build my own home—I know I will miss it.