Trusting the Timing, Embracing the Beginning

 Lately, two simple, yet profound, phrases have been weaving their way into my life:

“Trust the timing of your life.”

“What feels like the end is often the beginning.”

These aren’t just pretty words on a page or a bookmark; they’ve been a message that keeps finding me, over and over again. And most beautifully, it’s been coming to me through Mary Ann in my dreams.

Today, that message showed up again. This time in the most unexpected way. I stopped into Hurley’s Catholic Bookstore, not looking for anything in particular, when my eyes immediately landed on two wooden blocks. They carried these exact words that have been echoing in my heart. In that moment, I knew I couldn’t leave without them. It felt like Mary Ann had placed them there just for me, as if to say, “See? I’m still speaking. Keep listening.”

Her presence in these dreams feels warm and familiar, like she’s both encouraging me forward and assuring me that I am exactly where I’m meant to be.

In the waking world, I’ve been carrying my own questions about timing. I’ve wondered if I’ve missed opportunities or if certain doors will ever open again. But when I hear these words - her words - they cut through the noise and settle into my soul. They tell me that the pauses, detours, and even the heartbreaks are not mistakes; they’re part of a divine unfolding.

“What feels like the end is often the beginning” has been especially comforting. Sometimes we only see loss in the moment - the job that ends, the relationship that shifts, the plan that unravels. But in time, we see that those endings are often the very soil in which something new takes root.

Maybe that’s why the image of a butterfly feels so fitting for these sayings. A butterfly’s beauty is only possible because it surrendered to the cocoon, trusting the stillness before it could fly.

So today, I hold onto these reminders, Mary Ann’s reminders, to trust the process, welcome the unknown, and believe that every ending is simply a disguised beginning.