More in mind

I’m starting to see it now.

All the detours I once despised.

All the closed doors that felt like rejection.

All the waiting seasons that left me hollow and aching.

They were never wasted.

Not a single tear. Not a single no.

Not a single night I wept into the silence, begging God for just a sliver of clarity.

He was doing more than I could ask or imagine, but He was doing it in the dark.

Because the Lord has always had more in mind for me than I ever dared to imagine for myself.

When I prayed small prayers, He was preparing big miracles.

When I settled for survival, He was writing stories of revival.

When I begged Him to use someone else, anyone else, He whispered, “But I have chosen you.”

I see now how I’ve been reserved.

Not overlooked. Not forgotten. Not benched.

Reserved. Like sacred oil. Like the hidden quiver of arrows behind the King’s robe.

And I’ve been preserved.

Not broken beyond repair. Not wasted by the years. Not ruined by pain.

Preserved. Like manna in the wilderness. Like Moses in the reeds. Like Esther in the palace.

All for this moment.

This exact season.

This very place.

The enemy tried to convince me I missed it.

That I wasted too much time.

That I was too old. Too young. Too wounded. Too behind.

But Heaven was never in a hurry.

God was never pacing the floor wondering if I’d make it in time.

He’s always known.

I was born for this hour.

And every thread of my story has been divinely woven with purpose.

He called me by name.

He saved me on purpose.

He kept me alive when I didn’t think I’d make it, because there is still holy ground ahead.

There are still things for me to build.

Still people for me to love.

Still glory for me to carry.

So I will not shrink back.

I will not let shame keep me silent.

I will not let fear hold me hostage.

I will not let the past disqualify me from the promise.

The Lord has more in mind for me than I have ever dreamed.

And I’m not late.

I’m right on time.