Going to be vulnerable for a minute. Remember Mr. Incredible, stuck in a cubicle, doing a soul-crushing job, missing the life where his work actually mattered? He clocks out, comes home to the chaos of family, and no one sees the weight he’s carrying. The pressure to stay strong. To provide. To not fall apart. A lot of us know that feeling. We miss the excitement we had when we were younger. The purpose that used to feel obvious. The version of ourselves that didn’t have to wonder if this is all there is. It’s okay to feel that. I feel it too. But this is just another chapter. Joseph didn’t get to pick his circumstances either. Prison, a foreign house, years of obscurity. He still did his work with everything he had, because the assignment was in front of him, not behind him. This season might also be for healing. For recharging. For becoming the man the next chapter needs. Don’t miss what’s right in front of you while you’re mourning what used to be. Be a present husband. Father. Son. Brother. Friend. Build with your church. Get in the work. Be a light on the hill. There are seasons for everything. This one will pass too. I don’t know if I’m writing this for someone else, or just so I don’t forget it myself. Love God. Love people.