May God meet me in the places I don’t have the words to name. In the quiet moments when my mind is restless and my heart is tired, may He give me peace that doesn’t depend on having all the answers. And when I cannot see what lies ahead, remind me that I am still being guided.
I hate when my brain won’t let something go because it doesn’t make sense. Once there’s a gap in the logic, I fixate on it and keep asking questions until I can finally make sense of what happened. It’s not me trying to be difficult or deliberately overthinking things, my brain is just…