When Purpose Whispers: Dreaming Forward With an Open Heart and an Unfinished Story
When Purpose Whispers: Dreaming Forward With an Open Heart and an Unfinished Story
By Angel, Founder of AMC Rise and Thrive
Hello beautiful soul 🤍
I’m genuinely glad you’re here. Whether you found this space by divine accident
or intentional seeking, you arriving in this moment matters. Take a breath with
me — deep, slow, unclenched.
You made it into a new year.
You made it through moments that tried to break you.
You made it through days you didn’t know how you’d get through.
You made it here.
And here matters.
Because this is where we get honest about dreams — the tender
ones still forming, the tired ones that almost gave up, and the sacred ones
that carried us through the dark when there wasn’t much else to hold on to.
A reminder for your heart: you are enough, you are
protected, and you belong.
This blog is one of those dreams.
🌿
Beginning Again, Even When You’re Tired
A new year often brings shiny resolutions, vision boards, and
brave declarations. But let me speak honestly: sometimes we enter a new year
not leaping, but limping.
I don’t know the full story that carried you to this page. I
don’t know what you lost, what you’re still holding together with quiet
courage, or what sits in your chest unspoken. What I do know is this — I’m
walking through my own version of that tenderness too.
When I started this blog back in May of 2025, I didn’t have a
strategic plan. There were no perfectly organized goals or polished intentions.
What I had was a stirring. Something holy, unexplainable, and persistent.
I had just closed my business after four years.
I had just been ordained.
Life as I knew it was rearranging itself, and I needed space — sacred space —
to speak, process, breathe, and simply be.
I thought maybe this would be practical — maybe Adsense,
revenue, a way to make all the hours “worth it.” But when the guidelines began
to demand that I shrink what this space was born to be, I faced a choice:
money… or truth.
And my heart already knew the answer.
This blog was never meant to bow to algorithms. It was meant
to hold souls. To share truth rather than conform to the world’s view of what
is valuable.
So instead, this became what it is now — a free space, a
soft landing place, a corner of the internet dedicated to honesty, healing, and
the messy, beautiful humanity that we share.
And if you are here regularly… if you return to read post
after post… I want to say something simply but deeply:
Thank you. From the bottom of my heart.
Your presence tells me my effort is not in vain. That
somewhere, someone is being touched. That words born from my own struggles and
processing are finding their way into hearts that need them.
🌊 Grief We
Haven’t Had Time to Feel
2025 was heavy.
I lost my grandpa.
I lost my pastor.
Both losses sit inside me like unopened boxes — full of
memories and pain — tucked into the back room of my heart because life hasn’t
slowed down enough to unpack them.
Maybe you know that feeling.
When responsibilities pile up…
When people need you…
When you’re wearing too many hats — caregiver, worker, spouse, parent, friend —
and the one thing that keeps getting pushed aside is your own grieving, your
own healing, your own rest.
Not because you don’t feel.
But because you don’t have the space to fall apart.
So instead, the feelings hover. They ride in the background.
They show up as fatigue, forgetfulness, or that quiet ache behind your ribs you
can’t put words to.
I am still a work in progress. I am still learning how to sit
with my own heart long enough to let it speak.
And I want you to know this:
You are not “behind.”
You are not “late in healing.”
You are not doing grief wrong.
You are simply human, doing your best in a life that hasn’t
paused long enough for you to catch your breath.
Healing is not linear.
Grieving does not follow a calendar year.
Love does not disappear when the world expects you to “move on.”
And God meets us gently in those unfinished places — not
demanding perfection, but offering presence.
🌼 Rest,
Burnout, and the Sacred Need to Recharge
Recently, something beautiful was gifted to me — time.
My husband booked me a hotel this upcoming weekend from Friday
to Monday morning, a stretch of quiet days to breathe, rest, and remember
myself again. My mom will be traveling with her friend, responsibilities
momentarily lifted, and for the first time in years, I get to step away.
When I say I am excited… I mean it in that bone-deep way where
exhaustion meets relief. The kind of tired where you don’t want grand plans —
you want silence, long showers, unhurried mornings, and no one saying your name
for just a little while.
Where I can go to the bathroom and not be bothered.
(It really is the little things.)
In a recent conversation with my cousin, I realized the last
stress-free year I remember was 2001. Let that sink in.
Twenty-five years is a long time to feel stretched,
responsible, and worn. Before that year was not easy either — but there was
this one year when I worked, played, slept, and felt carefree. It was
beautiful. I met my husband that year too. It was a big year for me.
So, if you are tired?
Not just “I could use a nap” tired — but soul tired,
decision tired, survival tired?
That is okay.
Life is hard. Anyone who tells you different is trying to sell
you something.
You’re not weak.
You’re not failing.
You’re not “bad at life.”
You’re simply carrying more than anyone ever sees.
And sometimes the most spiritual thing you can do is stop.
Rest. Step away. Recharge a nervous system that has been in fight-or-flight
mode for far too long.
Even Jesus rested.
Even God carved out Sabbath.
Your worth was never meant to be measured by productivity
alone.
🌱 My
Dreams for This Blog — and for You
This blog has grown far beyond what I originally imagined. It
now stretches across spiritual reflections, astrology and moon energy, healing
work, prayer, deep self-inquiry, and all those sacred middle places where faith
meets real life.
Technology may limit formatting. Resources may limit design.
But the heart of this space is limitless. I hope to expand it over time —
adding more pages, more organization, and more ways to make navigation easier
and more nourishing.
But more than structure, this is my prayer:
That as I speak to you, I am also speaking to myself.
That the messages written here continue to touch places in me/you that still
need healing, softness, and grace.
That this space remains honest — not polished for approval, but authentic in
the way real lives actually unfold.
I also dream that those seeking relationship with the Father,
Son, and Holy Spirit will feel a spark awaken here — not a relationship
built on fear, rule-keeping, or perfection, but on kindness, compassion, and
love. That God will move in the lives of my brothers and sisters so the world
becomes brighter through hearts awakened to His presence.
He will never force His way in.
He knocks gently.
He waits for the invitation your heart is ready to give.
Yes, sometimes I reread posts after editing and I cry — not
because they are perfect, but because they are true. They come from real places
inside me that are still learning, grieving, forgiving, and hoping.
My dream for this blog is that you feel seen here.
Not fixed.
Not judged.
Not rushed into self-improvement.
Just seen. Heard. Met exactly where you are.
We are the same and different all at once — and there is
breathtaking beauty in that. The world would lose color if every soul looked
and lived the same.
So, as you continue to walk with me here, know this:
You are not reading the words of someone who “has it all
together.”
You are traveling with someone still healing, still listening for God’s
whispers in the ordinary chaos of life.
And your story — unfinished, unfolding, imperfect — is holy
ground too.
✨
Affirmations
Speak these gently to your own heart:
• I am allowed to rest without guilt.
• My grief matters, even when it is quiet and unseen.
• I honor my dreams, even the unfinished ones.
• God is still working in my story, even when I feel lost.
• I am worthy of spaces where I am seen, supported, and valued.
📖 Bible
Verse
“He gives strength to the weary and increases the
power of the weak.”
— Isaiah 40:29 (NIV)
Let this settle into you: your exhaustion is not a
disqualification. It is a place where divine strength meets human limitation
with tenderness.
🎵 Song of
the Day
“Jireh” — Elevation Worship & Maverick City
Music
This song is nearly ten minutes long — which is rare in the
music world — and it carries layers of voices, harmonies, and heartfelt praise.
The first time I heard it at my dad’s house, I asked, “Who
is Jireh?”
Jireh (or Yireh) is a Hebrew word meaning “to see” or “to
provide,” beautifully captured in the name Jehovah-Jireh — “The Lord
Will Provide.”
There is deep comfort in knowing that no matter what I am
facing, I am held by a God who provides — not only materially, but emotionally,
spiritually, and lovingly.
One lyric that always moves me:
“You are enough, so I am enough.”
We forget that. We question ourselves, shrink ourselves, doubt
ourselves — but being loved by a God who is enough reminds us that we are not
lacking.
Music has a way of going where words cannot. Let this one do
its healing work.
🌟 Final
Thoughts
If you are reading this, please know with your whole heart:
You are not alone in the balancing act.
You are not alone in the grief you haven’t fully processed.
You are not alone in dreaming forward while still healing from what life has
already asked of you.
My dream for this blog is to continue growing as a home for
souls — a place where truth is spoken gently, where faith and humanity walk
together, and where we keep choosing love even when life feels heavy.
To every heart reading this:
May you feel held.
May you feel supported.
May you feel deeply cared for, exactly as you are in this moment.
You are enough. Always.
With love, light, and gratitude,
Angel
Founder of AMC Rise and Thrive
If this message has resonated, please share it — and visit the
archive for a message that may be waiting for you. Trust divine timing. We
cannot rush what is on its way to us. We can only stay open, receptive, and
ready for the blessings meant for us.
Blessings to all as we Rise and Thrive Together.
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