❄️🧘🏻‍♀️🌷Are you stuck in the in-between?

Hi sweet soul,

There’s a space in life that no one really teaches us how to navigate: the in-between.

It’s not quite the ending, and not yet the beginning. It’s the moment after the thing that was…but before the thing that will be.

We like clarity. We crave forward motion.

So when we find ourselves in the in-between, it can feel unsettling, even disorienting.

But what if this space is not a detour, but a divine invitation?

My Own In-Between

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.” Ecclesiastes 3:1 (NIV)

My son was packing for college, and I was standing at the edge of an identity I had lived in for decades: Mother. Daily nutritionist and spiritual encourager. Supreme (sometimes annoying) list-maker and planner. 

Anchor of the “what’s next” for my family.

As I helped my son gather dorm supplies and double-checked lists, I felt both proud and completely untethered. 

What was next for me? 

Who was I, now that my most treasured job was changing?

So I did what came naturally: I planted a garden…a metaphorical one.

🌱 I reached out to old friends and welcomed new ones. 
🌱 I picked up old interests and discovered new ones, like writing, reading, and hospitality.
🌱 I became intentional about diving deeper into personal growth. 

I found wisdom in unexpected places—even fiction, which opened my eyes to parts of myself I hadn’t seen clearly before.

And somewhere in all of that curiosity and searching, I discovered coaching.

Even that wasn’t instant clarity. 

Pursuing coaching meant letting go of other things—including writing fiction—at least for a season.

I was suddenly a beginner again: learning how to write blog posts, how to format them, where to share them, and how to speak from my heart without hiding behind characters.

It was awkward. And beautiful. And necessary.

Spring Is the Ultimate In-Between

Though I do not believe that a plant will spring up where no seed has been, I have great faith in a seed… Convince me that you have a seed there, and I am prepared to expect wonders. —Henry David Thoreau

Yesterday it was 72 degrees…today it’s snowing.

We are suspended between the final breath of winter and the full bloom of spring.

And yet, this is when we plant.

This is the moment where we dream, prepare, and sow — knowing the outcome isn’t guaranteed, but trusting that something beautiful is already beginning to stir below the surface.

The harvest will come, but not by forcing it. 

We plant in faith. 
We show up with intention. 

We release the outcome to the divine Creator.

When You Don’t Know What’s Next

We must remember that in the sacred space of waiting, God is working. Not one second of the wait is wasted. —Lysa TerKeurst

Sometimes the in-between is deeply personal. 

Other times, it touches something universal.

The Saturday before Easter has always held deep meaning for me. 

Not because of celebration or ritual, but because it reflects the very human experience of waiting.

Good Friday is full of sorrow. Easter Sunday is filled with joy. 

But Saturday? Saturday is full of unknowns.

Whether or not you identify as a Christ-follower, we all understand that quiet ache: the pause between what has ended and what has not yet begun.

The wondering. The weight. The waiting.

And yet… something sacred is happening in that stillness.

🌱 The Practice: Questions to Plant in Your Own In-Between

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves… the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. —Rainer Maria Rilke

May your in-between be blessed with patience and growth.