Lord,

I didn’t realize how much of my past I was still holding onto… until You started asking me to release it.

I told myself it was love.

I told myself it was loyalty.

But if I’m honest… some of it was fear.

Fear of being alone.

Fear of being misunderstood.

Fear that if I changed, I would lose the people I once felt safe with.

And God, change has been uncomfortable.

Outgrowing conversations, mindsets, habits—even people.

It feels like shedding layers I’ve worn for so long… I don’t even recognize myself sometimes.

But deep down, I know…

You’re not taking anything from me that isn’t hindering me.

Some people were meant for a chapter… not the whole story.

And I’m learning that letting go doesn’t mean I didn’t love them—

It just means I trust You more than I fear losing them.

⸻

Scripture 📖

Isaiah 43:18-19 (NIV)

“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?”