There are moments in life when you pause and realize God has been writing your story in a way you never could have imagined. Lately, I’ve been reflecting on just how faithful He has been to me. Not just in the loud, obvious miracles—but in the quiet shifts, the closed doors, the unexpected turns that led me somewhere better.
I remember crying at night and whispering, “Please God, get me out of this. I don’t see any way out but please help me. This is scary, and I don’t want my children growing up seeing this kind of environment.” And somehow, He made a way. He always does.
When I left New Jersey, it wasn’t just a move—it was an Exodus. A breaking free from everything that tried to keep me bound in fear, chaos, and cycles that were never meant for me. I had no map, just faith. And God didn’t just lead me out—He began to rebuild me.
He reminded me that healing is a journey, not a destination. That starting over doesn’t mean you failed, it means you had the courage to rise. And that purpose isn’t found in the spotlight, but often in the quiet obedience of simply saying yes to the next right step.
Today, I find myself in a place I once prayed for. A place where peace isn’t perfect, but it’s present. Where my faith is no longer fragile, but fierce. Where my children laugh louder, and I smile more freely. It’s not because everything is easy—it’s because everything is aligned.
If you’re reading this and you feel stuck or scared or uncertain, I want you to know that God sees you. He’s already gone ahead of you. He’s doing something new, even if you can’t see it yet. Trust that. Lean into that. Surrender to that.
Because the truth is—your story isn’t over. In fact, the most beautiful part might just be beginning.