…and a mess is still a moment I can seize
until I know that

All will be well
Even though sometimes this is hard to tell
And the fight is just as frustrating as hell
All will be well…

You can ask me how but only time will tell
All will be well.

A month ago, I had no idea what was ahead of me. I had just received a call from a pastor that did not end how I anticipated, and it left me feeling as though the world had absolutely crashed down around me. Exactly one month later, literally to the day, all of that completely changed.

The month that passed seemed to go on forever. It held moments of honest and authentic conversation that filled my soul to its very brim. These moments became the threads of hope to which I would cling when the only answer I had was “I have no idea”. It also held moments of fear and tremendous doubt. In these moments, I felt as though I was merely existing and not really living, walking through life as cautiously as possible so as not to upset the delicate balance of whatever was barely holding me together.

A month ago, I was told “no, we don’t want to hire you”.
3 days ago, I was told, “We’d love to hire you.”

The past month was a month of rebuilding my world that had fallen down all around me. A month of re-crafting it into something that was better than before and better than I could’ve created for myself. It created a space for true authenticity to shine brightly.

And as I’d always hoped it would, fear yielded to trust.
Peace be the journey.