On a random Tuesday afternoon, you’re in a place you never expected, much less wanted to be. Your phone buzzes—another reminder about Mama’s meds. Last night’s casserole dish sits in the sink, a testament to a day that got away from you. The career you worked like a dog for. The ministry you poured yourself into. The body you used to have. The marriage you fought for. None of it looks like the image in your head.
The season you didn’t choose is exactly where God sent you. Share on XYou love God, and you woke up in a life you didn’t choose. Endless hospital rooms. Nonstop caregiving. Family drama. A midlife pivot out of nowhere. The toast pops as a question pops into your head: Lord, how in the world did I get here, and what do I do now?
What’s it all for?
Finding purpose in your current season starts with one shift: The season you didn’t choose is exactly where God sent you.
