When I Finally Felt Like a Grown Woman… 🥀🌹
It wasn’t when I paid my first bill or had my first child.
It wasn’t when I got married, moved into my own home, or started juggling all the titles life assigned to me.
No. I felt like a grown woman when I started taking accountability for my flaws, my faults, and my habits that didn’t reflect who God called me to be.
When I stopped blaming others for my reactions.
When I stopped justifying silence when I should’ve spoken truth in love.
When I finally faced me.
Because truth be told it’s easy to point fingers, but it takes spiritual maturity to say, “Lord, help me deal with the parts of myself that contributed to this.”
It’s in that place of honesty that growth begins.
I remember standing up for myself once, trembling but firm, realizing that some of the very people I thought would stand beside me… didn’t. 🥺😢 That hurt. But that’s when I learned that God doesn’t need a crowd to confirm your calling. Sometimes He’ll allow silence from others so your confidence can grow in Him alone.
Growth isn’t loud. It’s quiet moments where you choose to respond differently than before.
It’s walking away instead of reacting.
It’s praying before posting.
It’s apologizing even when you’re not the only one at fault.
It’s choosing healing over holding grudges.
For me, maturity came when my words finally matched my walk.
When I stopped having lip service about peace, patience, and forgiveness and actually lived it out, even when my emotions wanted to rebel. And trust me I wanted to rebel, but I’ll get real and deep about that later.
But the hardest part?
Forgiving myself.
Forgiving myself for ignoring red flags.
For shrinking when I should’ve stood.
For tolerating what I should’ve confronted.
For trying to keep peace in places that didn’t offer me peace back.
Forgiveness was freedom.
Not just from others, but from me.
And now? Growth isn’t just a phase or a “glow-up.” It’s a lifestyle.
It’s a daily surrender.
It’s walking in grace, guided by wisdom, and anchored by truth.
I’m still learning.
I’m still growing.
But I can honestly say, I finally feel like a woman who’s not just aging in years, but maturing in faith. 😌
Because every time I fall, I get back up not by my own strength, but because The Lord is my Shepherd.
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Psalm 23
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: for thou art with me;
thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies:
thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
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