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.

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.

Because even if life doesn’t go as planned... God still has one. Hi friend, I’m so glad you’re here. Whether someone shared this page...