Grace doesn't come with a timestamp.
I don't know who needs to hear this today (besides, well...all of us), but healing is not a race.
There is no stopwatch in heaven counting how fast you "get over it." No divine progress bar filling up so God can pat you on the back and say, "Now you're fixed."
And yet, we live in a world that acts like healing should happen quickly-efficiently, quietly, and preferably while you're still showing up to work on time and smiling through your breakdowns.
Capitalism doesn't make room for grief. It doesn't honor trauma. It doesn't pay you to slow down and patch up the soul you've been dragging behind you just to survive.
But the Spirit does.
The Spirit knows your name, your wounds, your rhythm. The Spirit whispers things like:
"It's okay to take a while."
"You're allowed to fall apart."
"Rest is a holy rebellion."
Let's talk about the pressure.
You've probably said it or thought it:
"I should be better by now."
"I shouldn't still be crying."
"I should have moved on.
But should is the language of shame, and shame has no place in sacred spaces.
You're not broken because you still hurt. You're not weak because you're triggered. You're not failing because days are harder than others.
Healing isn't a finish line you cross. It's a path you walk, often barefoot, sometimes bleeding, but always becoming.
There is no gold star for suffering in silence.
You don't get extra credit for pretending you're okay when you're not. And you don't need permission from anyone to go slow.
The world may not understand your pace-but God does. God isn't standing with a clipboard. God is kneeling beside you with a bandage.
He's not timing your tears. He's catching them.
What if you could unclench?
What if you could release the guilt of not healing fast enough?
What if you stopped measuring your worth by your productivity, your timeline, your emotional neatness?
What if healing looked more like...
- Taking a nap without shame
- Saying no without guilt
- Crying in the middle of a Target run
- Laughing five minute later
- Asking for help
- Or just...breathing
Sometimes healing is loud. Sometimes it's quiet. Sometimes it's messy and strange and sacred and it looks like absolutely nothing at all.
And sometimes? Healing looks like you-right now-reading this and realizing you're not alone.
You are not late. You are not lazy. You are not behind.
You are healing. At your own pace. With your own battles. And your own sacred timeline.
God is not in a hurry. He is making all things new-including you.
Reflection Prompt:
Where in your life are you trying to rush a season that's asking for softness? What part of you is still healing, even if the world wants you to act like it's already done?
Scripture to sit with: "To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven" Ecclesiastes 3:1
Let this be your permission slip to slow down. You don't owe the world your speed.
You owe your soul your presence.
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