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There is so much pressure to have a plan.

To know where you're going.
To know how you're going to get there.
To have the answers ready when somebody asks, "So, what's next?"

I've spent a lot of my life thinking I needed to know.

Maybe that's why this season feels so different.

I don't know everything that's next.

There are things I'm building that I can see clearly, and others that still feel like they're somewhere out ahead of me. There are plans I've made that have changed. Things I thought would happen one way that happened another. Doors I expected to open that didn't.

And strangely enough, I'm becoming more okay with that.

Because I'm realizing God rarely hands us the whole map.

Most of the time, He gives us enough for the next step.

And then asks us to trust Him with the rest.

Sometimes that step is big.

Sometimes it's making the decision you've been afraid to make.

Sometimes it's starting the thing you've talked yourself out of a hundred times.

And sometimes the next faithful step isn't impressive at all.

It's answering the email.

Making the phone call.

Packing another box.

Writing another page.

Creating something nobody knows about yet.

Getting up tomorrow and doing the next thing in front of you.

That's the part I'm learning not to underestimate.

We spend so much time waiting for the big moment that we forget a life is mostly built in the little ones.

One decision.

One prayer.

One uncomfortable yes.

One necessary no.

One ordinary Tuesday when you showed up even though you weren't completely sure where any of it was leading.

And eventually you look behind you and realize those little steps carried you somewhere.

Maybe even somewhere you never would have planned for yourself.

So I'm not demanding all the answers from this season.

I'm not measuring my life by whether I can explain exactly where it's going.

I'm paying attention to what is in front of me.

What needs my hands today?

What deserves my attention?

What is God asking me to build, finish, release, or simply trust?

I'll take care of that.

Tomorrow can tell me what tomorrow needs.

Because maybe faith isn't always standing confidently at the beginning of a road knowing exactly where it ends.

Maybe sometimes faith is standing there saying:

I don't know where this road goes.

But I know I'm supposed to take the next step.

And that's enough for me today.

You don't have to have it all figured out.

You just have to keep showing up for the life God is building.

One faithful step at a time.

With heart,
Elena

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