On the Edge of Something

If I saw all the pain it would take to get me to where I want to be, I probably wouldn’t have taken the journey. But here I am still moving, still believing, still showing up when it would’ve been easier to quit.

God keeps giving me flashes of possibility. Not the full picture, not the whole vision just glimpses of where I could be. Just enough to keep me going when everything in me wants to stop.

This last season has hurt more than I can put into words. I’ve lost people, opportunities, and pieces of myself that I thought I couldn’t live without. But I’m starting to see that I’m not really losing I’m being refined. The wrong things had to fall apart so the right things could finally stand.

I don’t just feel close to change I feel like I’m on the edge of it. On the edge of breakthrough. On the edge of everything I’ve been praying for.

I’ve been faithful when nobody saw it. Obedient when it didn’t make sense. Quiet when I should’ve clapped back. Consistent when no one was clapping for me. And through it all, I’ve been trying to hold on to hope hope that there’s a shift happening in the background, that divine alignment is taking place even when I can’t see it.

I’m praying that my tired season is over.

That I’m stepping into a peace that doesn’t make sense.

A peace so big and steady that it makes all my past pain look small.

Maybe this is what growth really feels like painful, quiet, and necessary. Maybe this is what it means to be on the edge of something.

— Markayla 💫