There comes a moment when you realize—
you’re not starting over.
You’re continuing,
with steadier hands and a gentler heart.
The time away wasn’t wasted.
It was working on you in ways you couldn’t see.
And now, creation calls for you—
not as you were,
but as you’ve become.
When you lean close,
you notice something you missed before—
a shimmer, faint but insistent,
like a spark born in the coals.
In that moment, you understand:
you were never waiting for the fire to return.
It was waiting for you.
This is the quiet miracle of the return—
you don’t have to be who you were
to begin again.
Reflection Prompt
🪞 What has the waiting taught you?
What truth did you find in the stillness
that you couldn’t have heard in the noise?
Write from that place.
That’s your way home.
