In every season of my life...

They sometimes say that where there is darkness, there can be no faith. They assume that if my mind is swirling and my heart is heavy, I must have forgotten the light. But it’s not that simple. Faith for me isn't a sunny day; it’s a faint compass I hold when the clouds have fully obscured the horizon. It’s a quiet knowing that even when I can’t feel joy, there is a source of peace that remains. I look at this image—the student, the bride, the mother—and I don't see easy transitions. I see moments of immense courage. For me, 'Learning' was a battle against 'not enough.' 'Becoming' was facing the fear that my broken pieces wouldn't fit. 'Growing' was hoping I could protect a life when I could barely maintain my own. And 'The Motherhood' is fighting every single day to be a good guide, even when my strength is small. Lifting my hands... it’s not always a gesture of victory. Often, it’s my only way of letting go. It’s an admission that I am weak, but I am held. It is saying to the storms, 'Peace, be still.' I may walk through the valley, but I am still on the path. And that's where I find God—not always in the sunlight, but often, most powerfully, in the struggle. #MySeasons #LiftingHands #FaithAndMentalHealth #YouAreHeld