Maybe your life isn't what you thought it would look like.

But what if everything you survived is what saves you before you miss who you were always meant to be?

Maybe it came in waves. Hard things stacked on hard things. Seasons that asked more than you had. And somewhere in all of it you gave and gave and gave because that's what you do when you love people well.

But every time you held on, it cost you something.

A piece of yourself you set aside just to survive. A dream quietly folded up and put away. A faith that was wounded in places you thought were safe—by people, by churches, by the very community that was supposed to hold you.

Maybe you never stopped believing in God. You just stopped believing He was still writing something beautiful for you.

Until one day you looked up and didn't quite recognize the woman looking back at you. Still faithful. Still showing up. And yet strangely empty because from the outside everything looks fine.

But something inside you is still reaching.

For the life you thought you'd have. For the dream you set down. For the version of yourself that got lost somewhere between giving your best years to everyone else and forgetting to save any of it for you.

That woman is exactly who I write for.

For the woman who gave her best years to everyone else and is finding that God isn't finished with her story—she was always meant for more.

Love Notes is my weekly letter to the woman who is finally ready to become who God always meant for her to be.