Encouragement

I packed my house. Then my office. And I never left either one. When God says “pack but don’t go,” it can feel confusing—but sometimes the real shift isn’t in where He sends us… it’s in what He’s revealing while we wait.

Forty isn’t just a number. It’s the grind, the grit, the wilderness we didn’t sign up for but somehow found ourselves wandering through. It’s the messy middle – the space between the ache of what was and the mystery of what will be. But here’s the thing – when you finally break through to the other side, you’ll find that you’ve been made stronger, braver, and more deeply rooted in faith than you ever imagined. It’s not just a setback – it’s a setup for something magnificent.

Have you seen God move in a way that left you speechless? Share your miracle story and help encourage someone still waiting on theirs. Your testimony could be the spark of hope they need.

All hell broke loose the moment I said yes to God. From totaled cars to personal heartbreak, I began to see the pattern: spiritual warfare is real—and targeted. This devotional is a rally cry for every woman who’s trying to stand firm when the enemy pushes back. Suit up. Stand your ground. God will do the fighting.

I kept waking up between 3 and 5AM — anxious, tearful, and wide awake. Nothing helped... until I found peace in the most unexpected way. This devotional is for the woman lying awake in the dark, longing for rest only God can give.

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Something happened that I still can't explain. It was unexpected. Sacred, And it has only happened one other time. If you've ever lost someone you loved and longed for a sign that Jesus hears you, this story is for you.

His phone’s GPS showed he was somewhere he shouldn't be. My stomach dropped. I called—no answer. I texted—nothing. In seconds, panic set in. Was he safe? Was he even close by? My mind raced with worst-case scenarios as I tried to hold it together, praying, pleading, desperate to find him. It was only minutes… but it felt like forever.

I walked into the Girls Night Out event expecting a nice evening with my church family, a few laughs, a few tears, and some good food. But what I walked away with was something deeper: a reminder that our stories—when surrendered to God—become weapons of hope.