The Holy Mess of Becoming

Why you don’t get to control someone else’s path—and how to trust the chaos that transforms us

Because sometimes love means trusting that the Way is working… even when you can’t yet see how.

Let people have their path.

Even when it looks messy. Even when you think they should know better by now. Even when it offends your idea of what healing should look like.

Their path is not yours to fix.

Their timing is not yours to control.

And maybe... just maybe... you don’t actually know what’s best for them.

Maybe they need to fall apart.

To humiliate themselves. To take the wrong lover. To say too much online.

To chase some half-baked idea all the way into disillusionment.

To feel the edges of their own disconnection. To see where the road they chose actually leads.

What if that’s the only way they’ll come home to themselves? Not in spite of the mess... but through it.

You don’t know what someone’s soul came here to experience. You don’t know what initiations they signed up for. You don’t know what their turning point will be.

Thinking we know how someone should grow is the kind of arrogance that forgets the Mystery.

Try this instead: Stay rooted in your own truth.

Hold the line of love and freedom like a steady flame in the dark. Let your presence be a lighthouse, not a leash.

Offer guidance when invited. Speak when your heart compels you. But let go of the need to convince, convert, or correct.

Let your clarity be an offering, not a form of control.

Maybe Life is doing something bigger. Something you can’t yet see.

Maybe your job isn’t to interfere. But to listen. To respect the intelligence of another’s becoming. To bow to the mystery of how it all unfolds.

To let the Way open

in its own timing.

its own rhythm.

its own holy mess.