There are seasons when stillness feels like surrender — like standing still when everything around you demands movement. But lately, I’ve realised that being still is not the same as giving up. It’s remembering — remembering that the evidence of my life shows, without fail, that I am blessed. That things have always found a way to work out for my good.

In this week’s reflection, I sit with what it means to trust that evidence. To stop striving and start listening. To breathe, to surrender, and to honour the quiet ways my life keeps reminding me that I am exactly where I need to be.