This Was Never About Perfection

I didn’t start this journal series because I had it all figured out.

I started it because I didn’t.

Because I was tired of feeling like I needed to “catch up” to be worthy of rest… or healing… or joy. I was tired of only celebrating the mountaintops when so much of my life happened in the middle—in the laundry, the prayers that felt small, the tears I didn’t have time to cry, the mornings I barely showed up.

Still Showing Up was born in that space.

Not out of perfection. But out of surrender.

I wrote these journals for the real ones.
The ones with loud houses and quiet prayers.
The ones who love God but also sometimes feel a little lost.
The ones who are faithful, even if they’re not always feeling it.

This journal series is my way of saying:
“You don’t have to be perfect to be present.”
“You don’t have to have answers to still ask questions.”
“You don’t have to wait to be ‘better’ before you start processing what’s already heavy.”

Each page is an invitation to pause—not perform.
To reflect—not rush.
To be real with yourself and with God—even if that looks like scribbled thoughts, unfinished sentences, or pages full of tears.

There are prompts and affirmations and scriptures, yes.
But more than that, there’s grace.
Grace to keep showing up.
Grace to not be done yet.
Grace to tell the truth.

So no, this was never about perfection.

It was about women like you and me learning to show up anyway.
And maybe even learning to celebrate the middle—not just the miracles.

If that’s you, I pray you feel seen in these pages.

And I hope you keep showing up—just as you are.