A Chapter Without a Clear Title

I think I’m living in a chapter that doesn’t have a name yet.

No bold heading.
No clear direction.
No summary at the top of the page telling me what this is about.

Just paragraphs of ordinary days — blurred together.

I am not sure what the future holds, but I know Who holds the future. And lately, that truth is the only thing anchoring me. Because if I’m being honest, I don’t know where this is going.

Everything feels like autopilot. I wake up. I show up. I do what needs to be done. I respond. I complete. I survive the day. But I don’t necessarily understand it.

It feels like I’m walking through fog, trusting there’s still ground beneath my feet.

Maybe I’m just in a hurry. A hurry to figure everything out. A hurry to see if this story ends well — or begins well. I want to flip to the last page just to make sure it’s worth continuing.

But life doesn’t work like that.

Right now, I don’t feel motivated. I don’t feel inspired. Some days, I just want to quit everything and sleep for the rest of my life.

But I can’t.

Because adulthood doesn’t pause when you feel tired. It requires you to show up — even when you don’t want to. It asks you to be responsible, even when you feel uncertain. It teaches you that commitment is louder than motivation.

Maybe this blur is part of the becoming.

Maybe the reason this chapter has no clear title is because it’s still being written.

And maybe faith isn’t about knowing what happens next.
Maybe it’s about trusting the Author — even when the page looks empty.

So I will keep turning the pages.

Even if they feel heavy.
Even if they don’t make sense yet.
Even if I don’t feel strong.

Because one day, this chapter will have a name.

And I think it might be called growth.





au revoir. 

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