Turns Out, My Life Has Something to Say

I don’t know about you, but sometimes I get caught up trying to steer the whole ship.

Like, this is the direction we’re headed, here’s the plan, let’s go, God... and,ps...can You bless it on the way?

But lately… something’s been softening in me.

This morning, I read a line that stopped me.

It’s one of those quotes you have to read twice, maybe three times, and then I had to highlight it because I didn't want to forget it. I had to just let it sink in:

“Before I can tell my life what I want to do with it, I must listen to my life telling me who I am.”

-Parker Palmer

I had to sit with that for a minute.

Because I’ve spent a lot of time trying to tell my life what I wanted it to be. I’ve chased goals, made vision boards, asked all the what should I do next? questions. I’ve prayed with spreadsheets. But this idea of listening to my life? This feels different.

It feels... quieter.

More honest.

More spiritual... somehow.

And right in the middle of that quiet, I started thinking about how God often speaks, not through grand signs or dramatic moments, but in the smallest of details.

Yesterday I was cleaning out a drawer. Nothing remarkable. Just sorting through a mess of pens and receipts and that one screwdriver I never put back where it belongs. And in the middle of all of it, I found this note my son had scribbled years ago. It said, “I like it when you hug me after school.”

I don’t even remember him writing it. But there it was.

And I just stood there holding it, thinking, This is it. This is one of those moments where life speaks. Where God gently nudges, “Don’t miss this.”

I’ve had a few of those recently.

A song that played in the exact moment I needed comfort.

A phrase in scripture that felt like it was written just for me.

A conversation with a stranger that opened my eyes to something I hadn’t seen before.

Little things. Barely noticeable if I wasn’t paying attention.

But when I slow down, when I stop bossing my life around and actually start listening, I begin to hear the whisper: You’re becoming something. Something good. Something I’m shaping.

And suddenly, I’m not so desperate to figure it all out.

Because I can trust that the God who holds the details, the one who shows up in drawers and scribbled notes and Isaiah verses and gut feelings... is also holding me.

So here’s what I’m learning:

Sometimes the most spiritual thing I can do is pause.

Let the noise settle.

And ask my life what it’s trying to say.

Not with pressure.

Not with fear of missing the mark.

But with wonder.

What is God revealing about who I’m becoming?

What if this season isn’t about doing more, but noticing more?

What if I’m not as off-track as I feared?

Friend, I don’t know where you are today. Maybe you’re in a season of clarity, or maybe everything feels foggy. Maybe you’re trying to map out the next step.

But can I gently offer this? Maybe your life is already speaking.

Maybe God is already present... in the drawer, the scripture, the soft ache, the quiet joy.

You don’t have to push so hard. You don’t have to have all the answers.

Just start listening.

And when you do, I think you’ll start to hear it too:

Your life is telling a story.

And God is in every line.

xoAmber

This week, I’m keeping a little list. One small moment a day where I saw God show up. Just one. Nothing big or flashy. If you want to join me, grab a journal or the notes app on your phone. Seven days. One detail at a time. Let’s listen together.