I thought starting a blog about being an empty nester would be fun.
I imagined funny stories, lighthearted posts, and laughing at myself while figuring out this new season of life. I thought I’d share the humor of a quiet house, sleeping in, and learning who I am now that the kids are grown.
That was the plan, anyway.
Turns out… my life didn’t get funnier.
It got quieter.
And in that quiet, I didn’t find punchlines. I found space.
Space I didn’t ask for.
Space I didn’t know what to do with.
Space that felt uncomfortable at first.
So I started writing.
At the beginning, this blog was just a place to get my thoughts out of my head. Somewhere to put the words instead of letting them swirl around endlessly. I thought the humor would come later.
But somewhere along the way, something unexpected happened.
I found God here.
Not in a big, dramatic way.
Not with instant answers.
Just quietly present.
I didn’t start this blog looking for God. I started it because I needed an outlet. A place to breathe. A place to be honest. But in the stillness of this season—between empty rooms and quiet mornings—I realized I wasn’t alone after all.
Today is Sunday, and I haven’t found a church yet. And for a while, that bothered me. I felt like I was doing something wrong. Like I was missing something important.
But I’m learning that God isn’t limited to a building.
Sometimes He meets us right where we are—in the quiet, in the in-between, in the season we didn’t choose but somehow still need.
This blog may still have moments of humor. I hope it does. But it’s also becoming a place where I’m learning that joy doesn’t always come from laughter.
Sometimes it comes from stillness.
Sometimes it comes from reflection.
Sometimes it comes from realizing that even when life doesn’t look the way you expected, God is still there.
“Be still, and know that I am God.” — Psalm 46:10
This isn’t the blog I thought I was starting.
But maybe… it’s the one I needed.
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