Two Years as a Spiritual Direction Directee: Reflections on Growth
Two years ago, I stepped into spiritual direction with curiosity, longing, and more questions than clarity. I was drawn to the idea of having a space to listen deeply—to myself, to the Universe, and to the movements of the Spirit in my life. What I didn’t anticipate was how much I would change simply by allowing myself to be witnessed in this way.
Learning to Trust My Inner Voice
One of the most profound shifts in these two years has been learning to trust the quiet, persistent voice within me. Spiritual direction has not been about receiving answers but about learning to listen differently. I’ve discovered that the wisdom I seek often isn’t absent—it’s just buried beneath layers of noise, expectation, and fear. With the gentle presence of my director, I’ve come to recognize that my own inner knowing is sacred and trustworthy.
Sitting with Discomfort
Growth has not been a linear process. There have been sessions where I left feeling affirmed and grounded, and others where I wrestled with uncomfortable truths. I have learned to sit with discomfort rather than rush past it. I have seen how transformation often emerges in the waiting, in the willingness to stay present with uncertainty rather than forcing resolution. This has been both the hardest and the most beautiful part of the journey.
Recognizing the Divine in the Everyday
Two years ago, I mostly looked for the Divine in big, obvious ways—in moments of transcendence, in spiritual highs, in clear signs. Now, I see Spirit showing up in the small and ordinary: in the stillness of a morning cup of coffee, in a deep conversation with a friend, in the unexpected joy of a song playing at just the right time. My awareness of the sacred presence has widened beyond the structured spaces I once relied on, and this has made my connection to the Divine feel more integrated into my daily life.
Embracing the Unfinished Journey
Perhaps the most surprising realization has been how comfortable I’ve become with the unfinished nature of my spiritual journey. When I began, I think I secretly hoped that spiritual direction would help me “arrive” somewhere—some final state of enlightenment or clarity. Instead, I’ve learned to embrace the unfolding nature of my path, to trust that growth is ongoing and that mystery is not something to be solved, but something to be honored.
Two years in, I am still growing, still questioning, still discovering. But I move forward with a deeper sense of trust, a greater capacity for stillness, and a more intimate awareness of the Universe’s presence in my life. Spiritual direction has been a gift—one that continues to shape me in ways I never expected, and for which I am profoundly grateful.
