As I look around my house while packing to move, I’m surrounded by so many precious memories from the last five years. I didn’t think I would get emotional—but here I am, tears streaming down my face.
Not because I’m sad… but because I can’t quite put into words what I’m feeling.
There are so many mixed emotions.
This isn’t my first time moving—in fact, I’ve moved more times than I can count. But this place… this place is different. It holds so much meaning. It’s the home where my last two children lived with me. It’s what my grandbabies know as “my house.” It’s where I finally found peace in my life with the Lord.
And that kind of peace changes everything.
I am excited about the next chapter of my life. I don’t know what it will bring—but that’s the beauty of it. I’m choosing to let God write the rest of my story. Because, honestly, when I try to write it myself, it always seems to fall apart one way or another.
God has never left me—not once. But He has allowed me to make my own choices. And through those choices, I’ve learned many lessons… often the hard way.
But even in the pain, there was purpose.
Because every time I found myself broken, it brought me to my knees before Jesus. And in those moments, I was reminded exactly where my help comes from.
“I lift up my eyes to the mountains—where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.” — Psalm 121:1–2
I truly believe God has something better for me than anything I could ever imagine. So this time, I’m choosing to wait on Him—because I don’t think my heart can handle breaking again.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” — Jeremiah 29:11
Right now, I’m stepping out in complete faith.
I haven’t even sold my house yet—but I’m moving anyway. I’m moving closer to my family, my work, my friends, and my church.
“For we live by faith, not by sight.” — 2 Corinthians 5:7
I’ve been attending this church for about six months now. Some coworkers invited me, and I’m so grateful they did. I go alone every Sunday—and honestly, I’ve only missed a couple of Sunday nights and Wednesday nights.
What I’ve found there is something special.
I’ve met incredible people who check on me, who notice when something feels off, and who genuinely care. They will never fully know how much that means to me.
More than that, I’ve been in God’s Word every single day—studying, learning, and growing. And when I tell you it has brought me clarity and discernment, I truly mean it.
It’s like when I don’t know what to do, there’s this quiet voice inside me guiding me.
I call those “God winks.”
The Holy Spirit.
“But when He, the Spirit of truth, comes, He will guide you into all the truth…” — John 16:13
But we have to be willing to hear it. We have to prepare our hearts daily—not just when life gets hard.
Think about it—would you want your children to only talk to you when they needed something or were in trouble?
God doesn’t want that kind of relationship with us either.
“Draw near to God, and He will draw near to you…” — James 4:8
Being a “good person” isn’t the goal.
Faithfulness is.
To me, being faithful means stepping out of my comfort zone and following where the Holy Spirit leads—even when it doesn’t make sense.
Last Sunday, during praise and worship, I felt that nudge. Before I even realized what I was doing, I was walking to the altar.
I was alone. I only knew a few people there. And if it had been up to me, I probably wouldn’t have done it out of fear.
But it wasn’t just me.
“For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.” — 2 Timothy 1:7
And that moment reminded me of something powerful—
We can block our own blessings by living in fear.
We stay in what’s familiar. We choose comfort. We avoid risk because we don’t want to get hurt again. But in doing that, we try to control our own lives instead of trusting God completely.
I’ve lived that way.
For years.
But when I finally recognized it, everything began to change.
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight.” — Proverbs 3:5–6
I’m still a work in progress. There are days I can almost hear the Holy Spirit whisper, “Stop trying to control it.”
And I’m learning to listen.
“Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for Him…” — Psalm 37:7
I’m so thankful for how far I’ve come in my walk with the Lord. But even more than that—I’m excited about where I’m going.
I’m ready.
“Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal…” — Philippians 3:13–14
Closing Prayer
Heavenly Father,
Thank You for every season—both the ones I understand and the ones I don’t. Thank You for the memories held within these walls and for the peace You gave me here. As I step into a new chapter, I trust that You are already there, preparing the way before me.
Lord, help me to fully surrender my plans, my fears, and my need for control. Teach me to walk by faith and not by sight, even when the path feels uncertain. When I am tempted to go back to what is comfortable, remind me of the growth that comes from trusting You completely.
Strengthen my heart so it no longer fears what could go wrong, but instead rests in the truth of who You are. When I feel weak, be my strength. When I feel unsure, be my clarity. And when I feel alone, remind me that You have never left my side.
Holy Spirit, continue to guide me. Help me to hear Your voice clearly and to obey without hesitation. Keep my heart aligned with Your will, and let my life reflect Your love in everything I do.
Father, I place my future in Your hands. I trust that Your plans are greater than anything I could imagine. Lead me, grow me, and use me for Your purpose.
In Jesus’ name, Amen
Sometimes faith looks like letting go of what we love…and trusting God with what comes next.
—Wendy
Grow in Grace 
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