I spent so many years climbing a mountain of dreams, grappling to hold onto plans and things that resembled pieces of my former self. But I kept slipping, falling just short.
It felt like failure. But I realized I wasn’t failing. I was changing.
I wasn’t the person I used to be — because that’s not who I am supposed to be.
I was made new.
The day I took hold of Jesus’ garments, I didn’t see that He started working a miracle in me; a work that He continues to do each day.
He changes my heart to a heart for Him.
He changes my dreams and desires to those that will glorify Him.
He changes me.
Although I still fall short and make mistakes these days, the hand of God is steady and strengthens me for my journey.