There are pages of my life I know by heart for their joy, sorrow, or the lessons they left behind—childhood moments etched in wonder, seasons of heartbreak that bent me, victories that still make me smile years later. Yet even now, I know my story is far from over. I sit here, pen in hand, embracing the truth that I am still becoming.
Trust that even in the spaces of uncertainty, God is faithful to complete the work He has begun.
The unfinished chapters are not evidence of His absence, but of His ongoing presence. Even when we can’t see the whole picture, His hand is steady, His timing is perfect, and His purpose will stand.
I have walked roads I never thought I would. More than once, I have found myself brought low, reminded that strength often blooms from moments of surrender. When I look back, I see how God’s hand was in every part of it. He was guiding me through the hills and valleys, and through the dreams that came true and the ones that fell apart. There were seasons when I ran ahead, convinced I knew the way. There were others when I could barely take a step, and all I could do was let Him carry me.
Through everything, I have learned to cherish the pauses, the silence, and the days when the only thing I could offer was my willingness to be held by the One who writes my story with far more wisdom than I ever could.
Sometimes, the most faithful thing you can do is simply rest in His arms.
Marriage and motherhood deepened the story in ways I couldn’t have imagined. They’ve been both the most beautiful and the most refining chapters. They’ve taught me that love is not just a feeling, but a choice we make daily, that strength often looks like showing up on weary days, and that grace is not just something we receive, but something we learn to extend.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
1 Corinthians 13:7
I do not claim to have all the answers; I doubt I ever will. However, I do know this: being a work in progress does not mean you’re behind, it just means you’re still in motion. The Living Page was born out of that same conviction.
Our lives are not meant to be perfectly polished before they’re shared. They are meant to be lived, written, wrestled with, and remembered—even in the messy middle.
This space is not a testament to a life perfectly lived, but instead to a life honestly unfolding. I started it because I wanted to be honest about the questions and the detours. I wanted to share the small glimmers of light I’ve found along the way.
If you’re here, maybe you’re in your own “in-between” season too. Maybe you’re waiting for clarity. Maybe you’re carrying dreams that feel too far away. Maybe you’re simply learning how to breathe again after a storm.
Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.
Psalm 27:14
As you read these pages, I hope you find the courage to continue your own journey. Remember, your unfinished moments are not a sign of failure; they are merely stepping stones on your path to growth.
God is not finished with you yet. Every chapter is part of the story He is writing.
So, let’s walk this path together—slowly, steadily—toward the fullness of who we are called to be. Let’s gather the lessons from the pages we’ve already lived and keep turning toward the ones yet to be written. Let’s believe that even here, God is doing something beautiful.
He has made everything beautiful in its time.
Ecclesiastes 3:11
Thank you for walking this part of the journey with me. I hope you find, as I have, that every step is part of something beautiful God is doing. Let’s keep turning the page together.
