The Rest is still UNWRITTEN …

I used to wonder if God had forgotten about me.

And I don’t mean in a small, passing way. I mean deep in my bones, I’ve had moments where I felt invisible to Him. Forgotten in the blessing line. Skipped over. Especially during seasons where I was praying consistently, showing up, doing everything I knew to do, and still… nothing. Still not chosen. Still waiting. Still hoping.

There were times I would sit and scroll on social media and feel the weight of it. Watching people buy their dream homes, fall in love, start families, land amazing careers. Meanwhile, I was just trying to keep myself together emotionally. I’d watch someone announce an engagement or a baby shower and suddenly I was spiraling. Not because I wasn’t happy for them, but because I felt so far from that life. I used to ask myself, What am I doing wrong?

But one day I sat with myself and asked, Wait… is that even what I want right now?

Do I really want to raise a baby at this point in my life?
Do I have the capacity to be someone’s wife today?
Am I ready for the things I think I’m supposed to have?

The truth is… no. Not yet.

And for the first time, I could admit that to myself without shame. I used to put so much emphasis on falling in love, being chosen, finding the perfect man, getting married, having that aesthetically pleasing little family. But now? Now I realize how much I still need to learn about myself. How many wounds I still need to heal. How many patterns I still need to break. I know that if God gave me everything I was asking for back then, I would’ve fumbled it. Not because I’m undeserving, but because I wasn’t ready.


That’s the part people don’t talk about.
We all want the blessing, but we don’t always talk about the weight that comes with it.
We don’t always talk about the becoming required to hold it well.


So no, God didn’t forget about me.
He was protecting me. Preparing me. Pruning me.
And I know that now.


One of the scriptures that has been my lifeline is Romans 8:28:
“And we know that all things work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to His purpose.”

Not some things. All things.
Even the delayed things.
Even the confusing things.
Even the heartbreak. The missteps. The silence.

That verse means so much to me that I call it my life verse. I was born on 8/28, and ever since I was a little girl, that number has followed me in the most divine ways. I’ll glance at the clock and it’ll be 8:28. My total at the store will be $8.28. A devotional will pop up and the number will be right there, confirming everything I needed to hear.

It’s God’s gentle way of reminding me, I’m still writing. Don’t lose heart.


Lately, I’ve also been finding a lot of peace in my quiet time. I start my mornings slowly, and when I really need to reset, I reach for my Study Bible, the one that breaks things down in a way that actually makes sense to me. I’ll light a candle, sip my tea, and give myself permission to slow down. That rhythm, that softness, helps bring me back to the truth: just because it hasn’t happened yet doesn’t mean it’s not coming.


I used to think 30 was the finish line.
That I had to have it all figured out by now ;career, love, finances, health, legacy.
But turning 30 isn’t the end.
It’s not even the climax.
It’s the beginning of a new chapter. And I want to enter it with grace, not pressure.


When I look back at the people in the Bible, none of them were perfect. Most of them made huge mistakes—David, Moses, Ruth, Sarah,and yet God still used them. He still covered them. He still fulfilled His promises in their lives.

God is close to the brokenhearted.
And I believe He’s close to me too. Even when I’m unsure. Even when I feel tired. Even when I don’t have it all together.

So no, I don’t wonder if God forgot about me anymore.
I know for sure He’s working.
He’s moving.
He’s writing.
And I trust Him.


I trust that when the page finally turns, it will all make sense.
Because even if I don’t know what’s coming next, I know the Author.
And He’s never failed me yet.

If you’re in your own waiting season right now, I just want to say, be patient with yourself. The story isn’t over. And the delay doesn’t mean denial. It just means preparation.


What part of your story are you still waiting for?
Where do you need to trust the Author more?