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Embracing 2026 With Faith, Waiting, and the Promise of Spring

There are moments in life when you realize you are no longer standing where you once were – yet you have not fully arrived where you are going.

A quiet threshold.

A sacred pause between chapters.

That is where I find myself in the early months of 2026.

This year feels different. This year does not feel like a race to accomplish more. It feels like an invitation to become more.

I am entering a season where intention matters more than speed – where my time, my faith, and my energy are no longer things to spend carelessly, but gifts to steward with purpose.

Somewhere between the turning of the calendar and the soft unfolding of winter mornings, I realized I was craving something deeper than productivity or accomplishment.

I want intention. I want presence.

I want a life shaped less by urgency and more by purpose.

Wisdom, I am discovering, often arrives quietly.

And lately, He has been whispering through winter.

On the surface, winter appears quiet – even barren. Trees stand stripped of their leaves. Gardens appear lifeless. Growth seems suspended.

But gardeners know the truth.

Beneath the cold and frozen ground, life is not absent.

And winter is never wasted.

Roots stretch deeper into soil unseen. Seeds soften in the darkness. Preparation is happening in silence.

Spring is already being written long before anyone sees a single bloom.

Because spring does not begin when flowers appear.

It begins underground.

I believe God often works in our lives the same way.

Some seasons are meant for blooming.

Others are meant for rooting and becoming.

“Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.”
Psalm 90:12

The Grace of Letting Go

Retirement is now visible on the horizon – not as an ending, but as a widening.

It feels less like closing a door and more like stepping into open air after years spent tending to responsibilities entrusted to me.

I sense God gently loosening my grip on constant productivity and inviting me into something quieter.

Something deeper.

My blog. My writing. My voice.

They have walked beside me through every season – through growth and grief, celebration and uncertainty.

Words have always been a place where I could breathe, reflect, and listen for God’s whispers between the lines of ordinary life.

Now they are becoming central to what comes next.

For many years my life has been a season of faithful doing. Now I sense Him inviting me into faithful being.

There have been seasons of challenge. Moments of laughter. Deadlines that seemed impossible until they weren’t.

And through it all, God was present – steady, faithful, quietly guiding each step forward.

As I look back, gratitude rises above everything else.

A winter season. Not withdrawal. But preparation.

Because winter strips away what is unnecessary.

It clears space. It quiets distractions. It requires trust.

Roots deepen in hidden places.

And maybe that is why this season feels holy.

Dreams that once waited patiently at the margins are beginning to stir again.

They were never forgotten.

They were simply waiting for warmth.

Drawing Closer: Listening for God’s Voice

As space begins to open in ways it never has before, I feel a quiet tug on my heart to draw nearer to God.

Not hurriedly. Not between obligations. But intentionally.

For years my faith sustained me through full calendars and demanding responsibilities.

Now I want to walk beside it.

I want mornings that begin in stillness. Conversations with God that are not rushed. Time to ask questions without immediately searching for answers.

Because winter faith requires trust.

Waiting is not wasted when God is involved.

Winter does not cancel spring.

It prepares it.

Trusting the Timing Only God Can See

As I step toward this new beginning, I carry with me the evidence of God’s faithfulness across every season behind me.

“The Lord will fulfill His purpose for me.” – Psalm 138:8

There were winters I once resisted.

Yet each one was quietly shaping something essential within me.

Patience. Perspective. Dependence on Him.

“He has made everything beautiful in its time.” – Ecclesiastes 3:11

When uncertainty whispers:

“Be still, and know that I am God.” – Psalm 46:10

Winter has purpose. Waiting has value.

Because beneath the surface, God is always at work.

Strengthening roots. Restoring hope.

Shaping beauty long before we recognize it.

And one day, spring will arrive.

Not because I forced it. Not because I hurried it.

But because God decided it was time for something beautiful to bloom.

And when it does, I believe I will look back and realize . . .

He was growing me all along.

As I have been reflecting on this season of waiting, the words from Seasons by Hillsong Worship have stayed with me:

“If You’re not done working, then God, I’m not done waiting.”

Sometimes faith looks less like movement and more like trust – choosing to believe that God is still working beneath the surface, even when I cannot yet see the bloom.