I woke up this morning on the right side of the bed. The sunlight poured in gently, the air was calm, and for a brief moment, my heart felt light. It’s a beautiful Monday. I’m on vacation. My child is nearby, the world is quiet, and everything around me says I should feel peace.

And yet, fear still lingers.

It’s not loud or overwhelming — just… present. Hovering in the background like a shadow that doesn’t disappear, even when the sun is shining.

You see, I had it all planned. My future, my career, the path I would walk and the opportunities I would create for my children. I had dreams that felt solid. Safe. Secure. And now? Now, everything feels uncertain. The ground beneath me has shifted, and I’m not sure where it’s all leading.

There’s this ache in the unknown. A fear of making the wrong decision. Of things not working out. Of not being enough. And even though I’m in a beautiful place on a beautiful day, my soul still wrestles with what I cannot see.

But here’s what I’m holding onto this morning:
God knows.

He knows what’s ahead. He knows my fears. He knows the weight I carry for my family, for our future, for the dreams I’m still trying to protect. He sees it all. And He’s not distant, He’s present. Near. Watching over me and my son with the love only a good Father could give.

So on this Monday, I choose faith.
Faith that His plans are better than mine.
Faith that even though I don’t have it all figured out, He does.
Faith that He is still writing my story — and He is not done.

I don’t need to know the next chapter.
I just need to keep trusting the Author.

And so I’ll take this day one moment at a time, resting in the beauty of the morning, honest about the fear in my heart, but rooted in the truth that I am held by a God who never lets go.