Embracing Change: A Journey of Growth

Some people still knock
on doors where I no longer live.
And that’s okay.
I left the key under the mat—
and never looked back.

I wouldn’t dare stay stuck.
Not in someone else’s version of me.

The truth is, I’m still growing.
Some things haven’t changed—
I’m still wearing mismatched socks,
still trying to taste my words before I spit them out,
and like everyone else,
still trying to figure out what’s happening for dinner.

I say less than I used to,
but I mean it more.

These days,
I walk slower on purpose—
not because I’m tired,
but because I stopped racing a finish line.
And somewhere along the way,
I learned to let the roses have their moment.

I hope that truth walked in
wearing heels and hope—
said what needed sayin’
and made you stand a little taller.

So take heart, friend.
The train ride ain’t over.
You’re on this journey,
whether you know the stops or not.
And besides…
the map ain’t yours anyway.

And if you’re in the back row,
thinking your story’s too messy to matter,
let me be clear:
you are exactly who I’m writing for.
Pull up a folding chair.

God’s found me
in places I didn’t even want to admit I’d been.
And He didn’t flinch.
He didn’t shame me.
He just opened the door and said,
“We’re not done yet.”

So dust off.
Smooth your skirt.
Fix your lipstick if you must.

Now, try and keep up.
I believe every woman needs another woman
who’s walked a few steps ahead—
maybe in heels,
maybe in house slippers,
maybe in mismatched socks—
but always with a little grace
and a whole lotta grit.

I’m hiking, skipping,
and yes, sometimes crawling
my way toward almost grown-up.

There’ll be detours.
There’ll be queso.
There’ll be quiet prayers
whispered over sinks full of dishes.

And there will be peace—
right in the middle of the ordinary.

Because the rest?
The rest is His story.