Let It Be Small

Spring, laundry, and making space for hope

Honesty hour: This year, writing has felt hard. Weeks go by where I can’t put a sentence together.

Cut to the “you chose the wrong career” intrusive thoughts and find me crying as I fold laundry.

Taking one more step on an ordinary day, that’s the real battle, because it’s up to you to decide if hope is telling the truth.

Back to my crying laundry sessions, as my husband asked what was wrong and I explained: “It feels so small, my hope feels so small.”

“Then let it be small,” he said.

So here I am, with messy sentences, wanting to pass on the message.

I’ve decided to set up a table right here, in the in-between of many chapters, as I pray for the grace to continue. And I want you to know you are welcome here; you and your small version of hope.

I want to save you a seat, brew Puerto Rican coffee, and hear what’s on your mind. I’d tell you I’m really bad at texting people back and have 12,820 words that are finding their way into a manuscript. I’d show you pictures of my dog and share that since 2023, April is a tender month for our family. But God is good, and we are healing, slowly and imperfectly.

Spring is here, summer is on its way, and regardless of where you find yourself today, we’re all holding two truths at once: the world feels heavy, yet there’s still so much beauty to be found.

So let it be small: the hope, the next step, the smile, the prayer.

Let it remind you that you are human and already loved. Let the small quiet moments be evidence of heaven on earth.

I’ll be stopping by your inbox to say hello.

Talk soon,

Stella

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