In Faith and the in-Between

There’s a tender space between what was and what’s not yet. A space where the old chapter has gently closed, but the new one hasn’t fully settled in. I’m living in that space right now.

We’ve moved. A new town, a new rhythm, new sidewalks I’ve only just begun to walk. Some days I still reach for things that no longer fit my life here, and other days I notice a new leaf on the path that tells me…I’m starting to belong.

It’s a liminal place. That space between familiarity and unfolding. And while there’s an urge to rush ahead, to feel instantly grounded, I’m learning to honor the in between. I remind myself to trust the process, to trust God’s timing. I know that every step… each walk to the café every new face at the market, every new corner of this home I claim as ours… is part of the quiet arrival.

In this season, faith has become more than belief. It’s become practice. Faith that the roots are growing, even if I can’t see them yet. Faith that the people, routines, and belonging will come. And faith that my heart will fully catch up in time.

This space is softer, slower. It asks for gentleness. And while it’s not where I used to be, it’s not yet where I’m going. But I’m here… present, noticing, trusting.

And so, I remain here in the in-between, letting this new place gently become home. There’s no rush… only a quiet unfolding, one step at a time…and sometimes, in the stillness… after faith has done its work, we find strength in the smallest of victories.