For years, I’ve been praying, begging, and occasionally yelling at God to just give me a clue. Like, come on—billboard? Skywriting? Something?
And then a couple of weeks ago, after having the kind of nightmare that makes you question everything—literal demons pulling at me, trying to drag me down—I snapped. I sat up in bed, eyes wild, heart racing, and I had a full-on verbal throwdown.
I told the devil to go straight back to hell and leave my family the hell alone. (Loudly. With emphasis. Lincoln, bless his loyal furry soul, didn’t even flinch—he’s used to my spiritual rants.)
Then I turned to God—still in my pajamas, hair a mess, mascara under my eyes—and I begged. For peace. For purpose. For something that made sense. And wouldn’t you know it, God delivered—in the way He always does. Quietly. Immediately. Perfectly timed.
I tripped—literally—over an old notebook, and inside it? A note I’d scribbled forever ago: “You’d make a great life coach.”
Cue the heavenly choir, the goosebumps, the ugly-cry moment.
That was it. My answer. My “aha” moment from the middle of the mess.
Let’s be clear: I am not some perfectly polished guru with a five-step plan to fix your life. I’ve made a ton of mistakes. Like, "Should probably write a book called What Not to Do" level mistakes. So yeah, the idea of guiding anyone felt a little ridiculous at first. But here’s the thing—I’m not claiming to have all the answers. I’m in school right now to get the real tools, because I believe people deserve more than just vibes and good intentions.
That said, my mess has taught me some sh*t. Real-life, hard-earned, soul-stretching lessons. And if my chaos can help someone else find clarity—or at least not feel so alone in theirs—then maybe that mess wasn’t wasted after all.
The rest? History in the making.
And yes, Lincoln’s still at my side, judging my snack choices but fully supporting my glow-up.
So if you’re feeling lost: yell, cry, pray, color curse words—whatever gets you through. But keep your ears open. That whisper you’ve been begging for? It might already be waiting in a pile of your old sh*t.
Now it’s your turn:
Have you ever felt completely off-track, out of control, or like life was just... confusing AF?
What pulled you through—or are you still wandering? That’s okay too.
Let it out below. This is a judgment-free, messy-bun, praise-hands, “Jesus take the wheel” zone.
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A Prayer for the Directionless
Dear God,
When I don’t know where I’m going, help me trust that You do.
Calm the noise in my head and the ache in my heart.
Give me peace that silences fear, and purpose that silences doubt.
Heal the places I’ve been hurt, and show me where You want me to go.
I’m tired of trying to figure it all out on my own.
Lead me. Use me. Remind me that even in the mess, You’re moving.
And thank You—for loving me, cussing and all.
Amen.
xoxo
Maggie & Lincoln
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