It’s not a “no” or “can’t”.
It’s simply Gods redirection.
As I mourn the old me, my old dreams and aspirations; I am reminded that the new me awaits.
Sometimes what we have planned cannot simply be.
Sometimes what we want is just not what we need.
As the tears began to fall, so did the rain.
And yet again, I am reminded.
I could wallow in my pity or simply be grateful for the opportunity to meet the “new” me.
“If you only knew my story.”
God is miraculous!
And so it shall begin, a new “journey”.