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🌼 The Daisy Mum — The Waiting Season
February 10, 2026
So… the waiting season.
Let’s get into it.
First things first — this girl understands a waiting season. I’ve often been described as irrational or spontaneous, which is actually funny, because I am quite the opposite. What people really mean is: when I say I’m going to do something, I then… do it. I do it unapologetically. I do it without asking permission. I do it without allowing anyone else to project their fears onto me.
That apparently makes people uncomfortable.
I talk to myself — I know, weird. What’s even stranger is that I often answer myself. So when God puts something on my heart, it doesn’t come and go quietly. It follows me. I fixate. I research. I analyze. I run scenarios: Can this work? How would it work? Is this realistic?
All of that happens long before I ever say a word out loud. So by the time I finally share it, it’s really just for informational purposes. FYI, not a group vote.
Now, don’t get me wrong — I love learning. I seek wisdom from people in different walks of life, read the books, listen to perspectives. That process strengthens my confidence, not weakens it. It leaves very little room for outside doubt. I take my burdens to the Lord… and I leave them there. When God places something on my spirit, I trust He will also give me discernment, courage, and strength to follow through.
So no — I don’t fear change.
Which brings us to the irony of this season: waiting. In the previous blog, we talked about the goal, the plan, and the obstacles. What we didn’t talk about is the part where none of it starts tomorrow. Or next week. Or even next month. At some point, you have to sit it all down somewhere and… wait.
God hold what I couldn't carry any longer
The sky didn’t rush. The ocean didn’t explain. So I didn’t either.
First, I’m waiting on a job on the West Coast. I’ve been out of the traditional job market for a while — longer than I realized, if I’m being honest. I’ve moved around within the federal government, but nothing drastic. And now, in my 40s, I finally understand what career experts mean when they say movement matters. My personality requires it. I don’t get bored easily, but let’s be real — my entire introduction blog was about my love for adventure.
I need adventure.
And I need a job.
Possibly school too.
For reference, I have a bachelor’s degree in Communication Studies with a minor in Sociology — so yes, I’m a people person. I’m great at what I do, but I’m behind a desk and a computer all day, and I stayed because… the money was good. God provided. But provision doesn’t cancel discernment. I know it’s time to move toward balance — balance between family, friends, work, and me. Still… I need a job. So I wait.
Next, I’m waiting to sell our house. In this market. (Insert dramatic slide down the wall here.) Homeownership has been a blessing, truly. But this season calls for flexibility. I want us to travel, explore, and really see where we want to plant our next set of roots.
Then there’s school. We’re in the middle of a school year, and as free-spirited as I am, my children’s stability comes first. That’s one of the reasons I didn’t move around much earlier in my career. I had my oldest daughter at 22 — graduated college in May, started federal service in June, and had her in November. We needed income. We needed health insurance. Graduate school and big career leaps had to take a backseat while I locked in. Life… lifed.
Fast forward a couple of promotions, a few transfers, moves from Florida to Atlanta and back, home purchases, and now here I am in my 40s — with a young adult, an almost-teen, a 10-year-old son, and a nine-pound Shih Tzu — ready to take the step I postponed years ago. Ready to take it with them, not away from them.
2006 to 2016 season of mum
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God has always been good to me.
In this waiting season, I’m following a few rules. The doors meant for me won’t crack open — they will open wide. I won’t have to force them. I trust the discernment I’ve been given (remember, I’ve lived through a few mango seasons). I’ve experienced grief early in life. Both of my parents are now in the arms of the Lord, and while the loss is real, it also made me unafraid. It taught me how to wait with peace instead of panic.
So we wait.
And we blog.
And we pin.
And we prepare.
Our season of change is coming. In the next blog, we’ll talk about preparation and the plan. Until then, remember: we don’t have to know all the answers — and no one is entitled to demand them from us. We know how to life, and that’s enough. See you in the next bloom “The Wildflower Mum”.
Praying for love, health, joy, and power — now and forever.
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- Chrysanthia
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