I’m 37 and I’m not ashamed to admit… I’ve lived through seasons of fear. Days when I was sure I’d end up alone. Nights when I prayed that maybe God still had a bigger plan for me. Months when it felt like nothing was working out the way I hoped. I’ve lived through divorce. Through the heartbreak of realizing not every love is forever. And sometimes, even now, I’m scared that no one is really my match. That maybe what I’m searching for doesn’t exist. But if I’ve learned anything it’s that feelings aren’t final. They’re fluid. Like the ocean. They rise. They crash. They fade. Nothing lasts forever not happiness, not heartbreak, not fear. The trick is to not let the days full of fear turn into whole seasons of doubt. The waves always return to shore. And so will I. If I can trust that heartbreak would find me… I can trust that love will too. If I can trust that loss would come… I can trust that miracles will come too. Maybe the universe has been plotting my joy all along. Maybe the tide was never against me. Maybe it was just gathering strength. For the perfect wave, that carries me home