11/29/2025
I’ve been in a quiet, wild, holy wilderness season for half a decade, a season where God keeps inviting me away from crutches and closer to His heart.
What can I say, I am stubborn and a slow learner ;)
I’m not lost.
I’ve been led, slowly, intentionally, lovingly.
Led into a season where God quietly, and sometimes not so quietly, pulls away everything I thought I wanted… only to show me what I truly need and how faithfully He provides in ways that are above and beyond anything I could ask or imagine.
And it didn’t just start. It snuck up on me slowly, as God began removing the things that weren’t meant for me, the things not aligned with His will for my life.
Scripture is filled with wilderness stories, from Moses to David, Elijah, John the Baptist, even Jesus Himself. None of them were about punishment. They were about preparation, transformation, and provision. The wilderness is where fear of the unknown becomes trust in the One who already knows the way.
Walking this path, unpaved and unexpected, I have watched the Lord do some of His most beautiful work.
He has healed me.
He has grounded me.
He has given me purpose for my life.
This wilderness season has been anything but barren. It has been rich, holy, abundant, and deeply redeeming.
This season has invited me to choose trust over fear, surrender over striving, and to believe that even the wild places are shaping me in all the right ways.
And just like all the stories in Scripture, the wilderness may feel long, and it may actually be long, but it is never forever. I imagine my own season ending just as slowly as it began, with Him gently bringing back the things He desires for my life, one by one, in His perfect time.
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