In this season of Christmas, I’m reminded that restoration often comes quietly. Not all miracles arrive with fanfare, some come through waiting, slowing down, and trusting God’s timing.
As I care for my body, I’m also resting my heart in the truth that Jesus is the reason for this season—the source of peace, healing, and renewal. Just as I’m allowing my body time to adjust and heal, I’m allowing myself grace. Grace to slow down. Grace to rest. Grace to receive.
This journey is not just about hormones or health. It’s about gratitude, surrender, and trusting that God meets us right where we are.
This first week has been about listening. I’ve noticed that I feel sleepier overall, though a few nights have still been a bit restless. I’ve experienced some very mild and expected side effects as my body adjusts to progesterone—slight dizziness, mild headaches, and a bit of bloating—but nothing alarming or enough to make me question this path. It feels more like my body adjusting and learning something new.
As I move forward, I’m hopeful. Hopeful for deeper, more restorative sleep. Hopeful for reduced anxiety and bloating as my hormones find balance. I’m also looking ahead to better bone density and brain health. With more aches and pains lately, I’ve found myself questioning my strength, and the brain fog and forgetfulness have been reminders that my body has been asking for support.
This week isn’t about perfection. It’s about progress—steady, faithful progress.
In just a few days, we leave for Hawaii, and my prayer is simple: calm, presence, and joyful time with family. I’m choosing to carry this slower pace with me, trusting that rest is productive, healing is happening, and this season is exactly where I’m meant to be..