11/02/2025
Sacred Sunday is your reminder that wholeness doesn’t come from control — it, in part, comes from trust.
The last few years have refined me.
2022, 2023, and 2024 asked questions I didn’t know I was ready to answer. They stretched my plans, my peace, my children… my faith.
And even when everything felt uncertain —
when momentum slowed, when doors closed,
when I couldn’t see what was next —
I trusted myself to keep going.
This collage holds the many faces of that trust.
The face of me pivoting.
The face of me tired but still present.
The face of me confused, anxious, unsure… yet still trusting. It’s me owning my seat, even when I’m unclear where I stand.
That’s what faith has looked like for me lately —
not loud or certain, but quiet and consistent.
It’s not always polished.
It’s not always powerful.
Sometimes it’s tender, trembling, and held together by grace.
Owning your seat means staying present,
even when the waves are high,
the road uneven,
and you’re wondering how you — and the people you love — will make it through.
Still, you breathe.
Still, you rise.
Still, you trust.
Because faith isn’t performance — it’s practice. And every time we show up — tired, uncertain, hopeful —
we remind ourselves that wholeness lives in trust, not control.
💭 Reflection:
Where in your life do you need to trust the seat you’re in, even if you don’t see what’s ahead?