I’ve spent the last eight months wondering where my rainbow is…🌈 It’s been a long season of wishing. Wishing I were in a different place. Literally and figuratively.
Wishing for a life I once had; my entire family here on this earth. My old home. And wishing for the right new home to come along. Wishing to feel settled. Wishing to feel at peace with where our lives are currently. Wishing that I could allow myself to stop and breathe for a moment in the midst of anxiety, instead of yelling. Wishing my mind worked as well as an atypical mind works. Not overflowing; not overwhelmed. Wishing I felt comfortable in my own skin and stop wishing I were in someone else’s.
I need to stop wishing for someone else’s rainbow when I may not have wanted to have endured their storm. We can only live through our own storms to appreciate our own rainbows.
As I reflect back on the past, every single place I’ve been, any mistakes I’ve made, has brought me here. Not one detail was any less important than the next.
So why do we beat ourselves up for the phase that we’re in right now, with all of the difficult details that come with?
This road you’re taking is leading you to something better, something comfortable, and something new.
On God’s time.
We can’t show up in a place of comfort without going through the discomforts along the way. There will be a rainbow, just wait. 🌈
I’ve got this, and so do you! 🧡
