I’m continually amazed at the quiet, intentional ways God shows up in my life. For the past three years, I’ve been praying, fasting, and studying—asking for a mindset shift that would transform how I show up for myself emotionally and spiritually. For a long time, I mistook God’s silence for absence. But now I know: it was divine pace.

Recently, I stood at a familiar mental fork in the road—the kind that usually tempts me to revert to old habits. Instead, I paused. I prayed. I breathed. And this time, I did something radically different: I let go.

Nothing about the situation changed, but everything in me did. My words, my posture, my peace—all anchored in faith and contentment. It felt almost playful, like daring myself to trust God deeper than before.

I realized that this is the quiet art of surrender. My role isn’t to control outcomes but to stay faithful to the work and worship of becoming. Faith without work, as we know, is no bueno.

I won’t pretend I’ve mastered patience, but I can say this: I see the beauty in waiting now. The peace, the fruit, the subtle shifts—they’re all evidence that I’m growing. And that’s what luxury looks like in this season.

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This reflection is a celebration of this moment in my healing journey.
May it remind you that your blooming deserves to be celebrated, too.

Yours in haute healing,
DreamGirl✨🌿

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