They say, “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.”
Cute. But what if you’re tired of lemonade?
What if the lemons keep coming? What if your hands are full, and your arms are sore, and you’re just standing there in the kitchen of life like—really, God? More lemons?
Life doesn’t always hand us ease. Sometimes it hands us chaos, heartbreak, disappointments wrapped in lessons we didn’t ask for. But over time, I’ve learned: it’s not just about what you make with the lemons. It’s about how you see them.
These lemons—these unexpected detours and painful pivots—are what shaped me. They humbled me. They reminded me that joy doesn’t come from control, it comes from surrender. From letting go of how I thought life should look and learning to trust the process. I’ve made more than lemonade.
I’ve made healing rituals.
Boundaries that protect my peace.
Stories that carry truth.
And strength that doesn’t shout, but simply stands.
So yes, life gave me lemons. Bitter, messy, uninvited.
But I squeezed out purpose.
I flavored my faith.
And I learned to drink what I’d been handed without losing my sweetness.
To anyone standing in their own sour season, wondering what to do next:
You don’t have to fake the smile or sugarcoat the struggle.
Just breathe.
And when you’re ready—plant one of those seeds.
Grow something beautiful with what broke you.
Because you were never meant to just make lemonade.
You were meant to make magic!