94 days.
That’s how long I’ve been non-weightbearing this time around.
I’m tired—like, really tired—but the break is finally healing, so hopefully I’ll be back on my feet soon.
Here are just a few things I’ve learned—and honestly, relearned—during this season.
Healing takes time, and it isn’t always linear.
I don’t know about you, but I want healing to happen instantaneously. That’s not how life works. Healing is a process. It ebbs and flows over time. Whether it’s physical healing or emotional healing, it takes time and patience.
The funny thing about patience is that when you ask God for it, He doesn’t simply hand it to you. He allows you to walk through situations that grow it.
It’s good—necessary, even—to let people help you.
This is a hard lesson for me to learn… and relearn.
I like to be in control, which usually means I like to do everything myself. It drives my loving husband crazy because I’ll ask him to do something and then go ahead and do it myself.
I’m learning that asking for help also means allowing people to actually help.
It’s important to have people in your corner.
I am incredibly blessed to have people who love me enough to drive me places, bring meals, check in, and encourage me.
The only problem? I have to get over myself and actually ask.
Sometimes they love me through something as simple as a handwritten card. Somehow, God always seems to deliver those cards on the days when chaos feels the loudest.
Atlas will only be little once.
This is Atlas’ childhood.
This is my motherhood.
I want to enjoy the time I get to spend with him instead of constantly rushing from one thing to the next. In a strange way, this season has been a gift because we’ve had so much uninterrupted time together simply because I can’t rush around.
There is beauty in living a slower life.
I’m not saying I’m going to quit my job or leave school. But I can’t sustain constantly running from one thing to another.
There has to be balance.
The month before I broke my foot again, I was trying to do everything. I loved everything I was doing, but I was exhausted, and if I’m honest, everyone around me felt it too.
I physically can’t live that way anymore.
Maybe that’s the lesson.
Not to stop doing the things I love, but to learn how to pace myself so I can actually enjoy them.
These are just a few of the things God has been teaching me in this season—the hard and the holy.
Hopefully, this chapter is coming to a close, and a new one—maybe a little less adventurous—is about to begin.
But if this season has taught me anything, it’s that sometimes the slowest seasons produce the deepest growth.
Fearless at Heart 