I thought I would have things figured out by now. By 27 I thought I would have a good grasp on what I want out of life. I thought my view of God would be getting more clear, my relationships would be settling into a comfortable rhythm, and my career would be taking off. I’m slowly, and painfully, learning that life is not about reaching those ideals. Life is about the growth that comes from the journey regardless of the destination. It’s about working through the pain and discomfort of loss, fear, and change to find the healing and discovery on the other side. It’s the nature of growth. There would be no spring without the harsh cold of winter.
‘We must say what is true and say it with love. In that way we will in all things grow to be like Christ.’ Ephesians 4:15
