Moments

Moments pass. Both good and bad ones. We look back on them and either learn from them, reflect on them, judge them, wish we could relive them—or simply feel grateful they passed. There is a time for everything, and every moment eventually passes. Some moments pass like a kidney stone—with pain that comes from the inside out. Pain you can’t fix or escape. You just have to let time do what only time can do: allow healing to take place. Healing hurts. So does revelation. God said to me, “Sometimes, revelation is painful.” The Bible says “the beginning is better than the end.” Sometimes, we have to remind ourselves who we are in the middle of it all. Lately, Spirit’s been hounding me about a word I heard the other day: "You know how to be a servant—but you don’t know how to be a daughter." And that hit me. Because it’s deeper than just going to church or using your gifts to help people. Being a daughter of the King is an identity, not just a role. It comes with inheritance—and I haven’t taken the time to fully understand that… until now. Truth is, I never thought I was good at being a daughter. I only thought I was good at doing good things. But today, I learned something new: I needed to fall apart. Like a baby crying out for her father, like her whole world was crumbling. I thought opening my Bible would make me feel better. I thought praying would fix it. I thought writing would bring relief. But instead—I felt nothing. Because I was trying to “do,” instead of just being, while I was emotionally exhausted. So instead of forcing it, I turned the light off. I closed my eyes. I laid down with my teddy bear…and I fell asleep. Like a baby in her Father’s arms. As if Heaven whispered, “Shh… it’s going to be okay.” I fell apart—and that gave God the opportunity to put me back together. Today, I learned I don’t always have to “do” to escape a moment that’s uncomfortable to be in. Sometimes, I just have to be. And remind myself: This will pass, just like every other moment has.