I close my laptop, Holly Haynes' words echoing in my mind. At 42, I feel lost, adrift in a life I barely recognize. Where did that vivacious dreamer go? Twenty years ago, I was going to set the art world on fire. Now? I'm buried in spreadsheets, my creativity withering in a cubicle. I settled for stability, chose the safe path. Marriage, kids, mortgage - I did everything "right." So why does it feel so wrong? Holly's story... God, it stirs something in me. Multiple careers, sailing adventures, building a life in Belize. I can barely muster the courage to change my hairstyle. The idea of selling my art online both thrills and terrifies me. My easel's gathering dust in the attic - I can't even remember the last time I touched a paintbrush. But the doubts creep in, familiar and crushing. "You're too old," they whisper. "It's too late to start over." With the kids' college funds to think about, chasing dreams feels selfish, irresponsible even. And my faith? Once my cornerstone, now it's just... there. Sundays and the occasional bedtime prayer. Holly talked about trusting God's plan, about the Proverbs 31 woman. I feel so far from that ideal it makes my chest ache. As I chop vegetables for dinner, my mind races. Could I really reinvent myself now? What would Tom think if I said I wanted to pursue art again? Would the kids understand? The weight of it all - the indecision, the what-ifs, the roads not taken - it's suffocating. But there's this tiny spark, this flicker of... hope? Is it really too late? I take a deep breath. Maybe... maybe I start small. Tomorrow, I'll dig out that easel. Just hold a brush again. It's not much, but it's a start. Stirring the sauce, I find myself whispering a prayer. It's been so long since I've really talked to God. "Please," I murmur, "I need guidance. Courage. Show me it's not too late." It's just a small step. But somehow, it feels like the beginning of something big.
Wow, Holly's journey is so inspiring! From homebuilder to sailor to real estate in Belize - what an adventure! It's amazing how God can lead us through unexpected turns in life.
I close my laptop, Holly Haynes' words echoing in my mind. At 42, I feel lost, adrift in a life I barely recognize. Where did that vivacious dreamer go?
Twenty years ago, I was going to set the art world on fire. Now? I'm buried in spreadsheets, my creativity withering in a cubicle. I settled for stability, chose the safe path. Marriage, kids, mortgage - I did everything "right." So why does it feel so wrong?
Holly's story... God, it stirs something in me. Multiple careers, sailing adventures, building a life in Belize. I can barely muster the courage to change my hairstyle. The idea of selling my art online both thrills and terrifies me. My easel's gathering dust in the attic - I can't even remember the last time I touched a paintbrush.
But the doubts creep in, familiar and crushing. "You're too old," they whisper. "It's too late to start over." With the kids' college funds to think about, chasing dreams feels selfish, irresponsible even.
And my faith? Once my cornerstone, now it's just... there. Sundays and the occasional bedtime prayer. Holly talked about trusting God's plan, about the Proverbs 31 woman. I feel so far from that ideal it makes my chest ache.
As I chop vegetables for dinner, my mind races. Could I really reinvent myself now? What would Tom think if I said I wanted to pursue art again? Would the kids understand?
The weight of it all - the indecision, the what-ifs, the roads not taken - it's suffocating. But there's this tiny spark, this flicker of... hope? Is it really too late?
I take a deep breath. Maybe... maybe I start small. Tomorrow, I'll dig out that easel. Just hold a brush again. It's not much, but it's a start.
Stirring the sauce, I find myself whispering a prayer. It's been so long since I've really talked to God. "Please," I murmur, "I need guidance. Courage. Show me it's not too late."
It's just a small step. But somehow, it feels like the beginning of something big.
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Wow, Holly's journey is so inspiring! From homebuilder to sailor to real estate in Belize - what an adventure! It's amazing how God can lead us through unexpected turns in life.
Yes, it truly is amazing. The twist in and turns that happened in life. Thank you for listening. Let us know how we can pray for you and your journey.
Loved the emphasis on Proverbs 31 and how it applies to modern women. Holly's breakdown of scriptures on money management was really insightful too!
Thanks for watching. So much goodness in the Proverbs women.
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This is the church’s assignment.
We need trained faith based counselors …
Yes we do.
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Be blessed.
Yes. We need more than ever crisis chaplains to help navigate all that is going on in this world.
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Thank you for listening.
I'd love to know more about that faith-based counselor training program. Sounds like an interesting career path for those who want to help others.
Book a call with us on our website. We would love to help you. Www.fbcti.org
Blessed are You Lord My Savior Jesus Christ! The Name Above All Names Almighty God!
Amen!! His great name.