There’s this strange pull within me, a hunger to do more, to become more, to stretch beyond everything I’ve known.
It’s like something inside refuses to settle, whispering, “You were made for more than this.”
And yet… there’s calmness too.
Not laziness, not contentment, but peace.
The kind that reminds me I don’t have to rush what God is already arranging.
It’s a quiet balance, drive and surrender, motion and stillness.
I want to move, but not without direction.
I want to grow, but not outside of grace.
Because I’m learning that becoming isn’t always loud, sometimes it’s silent strength, quiet preparation, unseen growth beneath the surface.
So I breathe.
I plan, I dream, I push but I rest too.
Because I now understand that I can be both a burning flame and a still river.
Driven, yet at peace.
Restless for purpose, yet calm in God’s timing
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