In All Things

Two days before the biggest move of our lives, I sat in the tension of faith and fear. We weren’t just packing boxes—we were packing up our lives, stepping out into the unknown because God said, “Go.” I wanted to believe that saying “yes” to Him would make the journey smooth. But let me tell you, it wasn’t smooth—it was a hot mess.

Two months before moving day, my husband lost his job over a technicality, and I was cutting my work hours because anxiety was dragging me down. As we wrestled through, we leaned on everything we thought would hold us up—unemployment, social services, and savings—but those doors slammed shut one by one.

We moved into an extended stay hotel, hoping the checks would start rolling in. They didn’t. Yet, somehow, we made it. And not because we had it all figured out, but because God showed up.

In those desperate days, God worked through our friends, family, and church. When I was staring at our empty bank account, someone would hand me an envelope full of cash. When I was on the verge of breaking, someone would stop to pray with me and for us. I’d love to say I never worried, but I did. I worried a lot. Still, God kept providing.

Then came the moment I couldn’t take it anymore. Two days before the move, I prayed what I call a “God, I need a win” prayer. I asked Him for a sign in 24 hours—not because I doubted Him, but because I desperately needed to feel Him near. I needed to know He saw us. I didn’t just ask; I believed He’d show up.

And He did.

That morning at work, I arrived to find a surprise breakfast feast.It wasn’t a surprise to anyone else but I hadn’t eaten, so it was delightfully surprising to me. Point for God. Then, I loaded my car with Christmas gifts for my kids from our church family for the third time that week. I knew that was Him. I worked my last shift, finished strong, and walked out of the office with peace, knowing I had done what I needed to do. Another point for God.

When moving day came, everything went sideways—again. The unemployment check we were counting on? Gone. Benefits? Denied. I wanted to throw in the towel, but God gave us the strength to press forward.

An hour before we left, my husband did something hard for him—he asked for help. Our community rallied, helping us afford the trip. Ten hours later, as we arrived at our destination, I reflected on the past two days, trying to find the one miracle I had prayed for. I couldn’t. Not because God didn’t answer—but because He didn’t stop answering.

It wasn’t just one thing. It was everything.

Reflection:
God doesn’t always move the way we expect. Sometimes, we look for fireworks when He’s sending quiet whispers. Other times, we think He’s late, but He’s working behind the scenes. If you’re in a season where everything feels like it’s falling apart, take a moment to look again. God is in the little things, the big things, and all the things in between.

Prayer:
God, thank You for being a God who sees us, hears us, and moves in ways we don’t always understand. Open my eyes to see You in every moment—the planned ones, the chaotic ones, and even the ones that feel impossible. Help me trust You’re always working for my good. Amen.

Verse for the Day:
"The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged." — Deuteronomy 31:8