Stories I’ll Tell You Someday

But again, I wait. Not in frustration, but in faith. Because everything good and beautiful comes in His perfect time.
But again, I wait. Not in frustration, but in faith. Because everything good and beautiful comes in His perfect time.
So if something is nudging you to write, write. The stirring inside you might just be God’s gentle push—His way of telling you, “This matters. Share it. Testify.”
So, let Him hold you.
To the regrets, the fleeting emotions, the days we can never return to.
Teaching is as much about learning—about life, people, and the world around us—as it is about imparting wisdom. So, if you’re ready to embrace the challenge, to see life from new angles, and to grow alongside your students, then step forward. The classroom awaits.
You may think your voice is too soft, that the world is too loud to hear you, but even a faint whisper can echo in a silent heart. Even a broken story can bring healing to someone who feels the same way.
Now, as I sit here with his memory, I realize how much I miss that. The love that wasn’t flawless but was real. The person who wasn’t perfect but was present. And perhaps that’s what we hold on to—the moments they gave us, the pieces of them that stay with us long after they’re gone.
We crave soft news instead of the Good News. We want validation more than restoration. We value temporary satisfaction over eternal life. And so, we drift with the current, going with the flow instead of standing firm and going against it.
It’s easy to feel left behind when everyone else seems to have it all together.
I write to you, young women, because you are strong, and the word of God abides in you. You have overcome all fears, anxieties, sadness, and temptations that try to creep around you and knock you down.