Don't Stop Believing

A lot of the cycles we fall into... a lot of the bad habits we adopt... are because we stopped believing.

Whether that’s in God... or even ourselves.

Somewhere along the line, we stopped believing, which led us to think we had to be in control and take our fate and destiny into our own hands.

I had a dream last night. I won’t get into all the details, but I met someone by happenstance while I was meeting with some friends. I was there for them, but somehow I was introduced to this guy. The chemistry was instant... it was pure. We laughed. I was comfortable... so much so that my friends had long gone, and I still felt safe in his presence.

After the night wrapped, I left with this deep feeling that this man would be in my life longer than just this one night. It was the hug he gave me. It was the safety I felt...

Just as I was leaving his presence in the dream, my bladder was leaving my body... and I woke up.

I sat up in bed with a smile on my face and in my heart. I wanted to hold on to that feeling for as long as I could because... I couldn’t remember the last time I had ever felt that in real life.

I immediately began to thank God for letting me experience it and for allowing me to remember that feeling even after I woke up.

I burst into tears and prayer.

It was then that I realized just how much I had stopped believing that a feeling like that was even possible for me. I’ve been so disappointed in love that I stopped believing in it. I started agreeing with the lie that I would be alone forever.

To go even deeper, God showed me how my unbelief led to decisions I never should’ve made... habits I picked up... and things I allowed that He never intended for me.

Chile... I had to repent and thank God for deliverance and for showing me the true effects of my unbelief.

And truth be told, it doesn’t stop with my love life. I’ve stopped believing in a lot of things because of disappointment or maybe even a lack of patience. So much so that I stopped showing up. I stopped showing up for myself... for possibility... for the opportunity to let God do His big one in my life fully.

I’d lost hope in a lot of things over the years... but restoration is possible.

And honestly, it starts with belief.

Not just the passive, wishful kind. But that deep, heart-rooted, unwavering belief that God is still good, that He still sees me, and that He’s not done yet.

Belief that what I thought was the end... wasn’t the end at all. Just a detour.Belief that my story, no matter how messy, can still be redeemed.Belief that love is still out there... that purpose still exists for me... and that joy isn't just reserved for other people.

I know now that the moment we stop believing, we stop expecting. And when we stop expecting, we stop preparing. We stop showing up. We start settling.

But I’m choosing to believe again.Not just for a dream... or a man... or a moment, but for the life God promised me.

So if you’re reading this and you’ve lost your belief—whether in love, in yourself, or in what God told you...

Here’s your reminder:

Don’t stop believing.Even if you have to believe with tears in your eyes.Even if your heart feels heavy with disappointment.Even if all you can manage is a whisper.

Keep believing.Because your faith still moves mountains.Because what’s for you is still on the way.And because God hasn’t forgotten you... He’s preparing you.

The best is still ahead of you.Just believe.

Love,

Ree