The Woman in the Middle

I am in the middle of a journey

that I do not have a roadmap for

or directions to guide me.

All I have is love

and a basic human instinct

to keep moving forward.

So I pray that every step I make

is divinely ordered.

That God gives me the peace

and the grace

to walk this path

even when I cannot see the end of it.

The middle is not the beginning.

Nor is it the ending.

It is the space in between —

like a glass that is half full,

holding both uncertainty

and hope at the same time.

And in the middle

we remember something important:

Powerful often doesn’t feel powerful.

Sometimes strength feels like exhaustion.

Sometimes courage feels like tears.

Sometimes faith feels like simply

getting up

and taking the next step.

In the midst of feeling powerless

on this journey with my mother,

I remember something that steadies my heart:

All strength comes from God.

Sometimes it feels like the calm before the storm.

But even in storms, we often forget something

we desperately need to remember:

We are never alone.

For He is with us.

I think sometimes we forget

there is power in the name of Jesus.

And all we have to do

is call His name.

Because He has promised

He will never leave us

and He will never forsake us.

And so I walk forward —

not because I know the way,

but because I trust the One who does.