One fabulous Thinker

  Another year of life. Another year of lessons wrapped in mistakes I never saw coming and growth I didn't ask for, but needed nonetheless. If I'm honest, this year taught me more about surrender than it did about strength. I have spent so much of my life trying to hold things together with my own two hands, and this year God kept gently prying my fingers open. Trust me more ,  he kept whispering,  not only with the big things but with the small, daily, unglamorous things,  too. And the more I let go, the more I noticed something shifting underneath it all. This surrender has felt different this time. Deeper. Freer. Not the kind where I white-knuckle my way through and call it faith, but the kind where I actually let go and feel lighter because of it. Maybe that's why, for the first time in a long time, getting older doesn't feel like failure. It feels like arrival. God has been teaching me new ways to trust Him this year, ways that have stretched my discernmen...