Greener Grass

I don’t currently have a tripod. These panoramic photos were taken on my iPhone at the local soccer fields, stitched together by my hands—not because I had the perfect gear, but because I wanted to capture the whole scene. Not just a piece of it.

And maybe that’s the most honest way to explain where I am in life, too.

For years, I’ve asked for clarity. And for years, I fought the answers I didn’t want to see.

Whether it was about a friendship I had outgrown, a marriage I was trying to revive with hope alone, or a working relationship that didn’t respect my boundaries—I prayed for clarity and then rejected it the moment it arrived.

But not anymore.

Now, I’m learning to accept what is shown to me. Not because it doesn’t still hurt. Not because it’s always comfortable. But because I’ve learned something simple and unshakeable:

Refusing to accept the truth doesn’t make it less true.

Sometimes, the answer to your prayer isn’t the green light you hoped for. Sometimes, it’s the slow unraveling of something you thought was solid. Sometimes, it’s the silence. Or the delay. Or the low-ball offer that makes you finally walk away.

These panoramic shots reminded me of something: The grass is greener… but not always where you think. It’s greener when you adjust the exposure. When you shift the lighting. When you stop zooming in on the thing you want to see, and instead pull back far enough to take in the whole landscape.

Sometimes we’re blinded—not by the sun, but by our own lens. Sometimes we need to take a big step back to get the full picture. And sometimes the clarity you asked for was there all along… just waiting for you to stop fighting it.

📸 Taken with no tripod. Just a steady hand and a willingness to see things differently.