There’s a quiet grace in the things that do not work out.
The job loss.
The relationship that ended.
The door that remained closed.
At the time, it felt like failure. Now I see that it was redirection.
Not getting my way saved me from settling. From distraction. From lesser versions of myself.
What I once prayed for would have kept me small.
What I didn’t get made space for what I truly needed.
How blessed I am, that God was wiser than MY plans.
Making of a Minimalist 