This wasn't the plan. Maybe it's a relationship that ended, a career that didn't pan out,
a dream that fell apart, or simply the quiet realization that life hasn't turned out
the way you thought it would, and now you're carrying a grief that's hard to name because
what you lost wasn't a person, it was a possibility. Let me say this clearly. You're
allowed to grieve the life you thought you'd have. You're allowed to feel disappointed.
You're allowed to feel angry. You're allowed to feel heartbroken over what didn't happen.
This isn't you being ungrateful. This is you being honest about what matters to you.
Grief isn't just for death. It's for change. For dashed hopes. For timelines that got torn
up. For identities you no longer live into. But listen. What's ahead is still good. Maybe
not the good you once pictured. Maybe not what you prayed for in detail, but real,
honest, surprising good. The kind you couldn't have imagined because you hadn't become
this version of yourself yet. God will work with heartbreak. He will rebuild from ashes.
And He doesn't just redeem lives, He redeems timelines.
So take your time. Cry when you need to. Be honest with God about the ache. But don't
close the door. Don't assume this story is over. This is a sacred life, even if it's
different than the one you had planned. Let the old dream go. Make space for something
new. You haven't missed your future. You're just getting to the part that wasn't on your
original map.