I had to quit my day job. After three surgeries on my left eye and a major surgery for torn tendons and a shredded ligament in my left wrist, all within a year, working while recovering from all of it became extremely taxing on my mental and physical health. That, along with a toxic workplace atmosphere, took its toll. Indigestion, lack of sleep, and a growing inability to cope overshadowed my attempts to stay positive and thankful.
When I learned I was facing yet another eye surgery and even worse, another reconstructive surgery on the same wrist (with no guarantee there would be full use, plus the possibility that nerve damage may occur), I prayed long and hard. Always believing in Philippians 4:13– that I could do anything with the help of Christ, I had to confess that this time, I just couldn’t. “Lord,” I sobbed. “I’m sorry. I just can’t do it all one more time. I’m not that strong.”
A peace fell over my shoulders as I heard a whisper, not from inside my head but through my soul. “There is another saying you love, remember? Let go, let God? Then let Me handle it. “
Right. But the reality was I couldn’t make ends meet with just my part-time, second, virtual job. I spoke with my son, who told me how much he could help out for the next three months, so I could take a health hiatus. Bless him! But I was still several hundred dollars short. Again, I went to my knees. “Okay, then, Lord. You have always provided. I trust in You. I am letting go.” I typed up my resignation letter, giving a month’s notice, and scheduled my surgeries. Still, my stomach practiced sailors’ knots.
Then, two days later, after Bible study, I stopped at the mail center in my apartment complex for the weekly check of my mailbox, fully expecting it to be stuffed with junk advertising. But, edged amongst all the ads was an envelope the size of a greeting card. I recognized the city of origin but not the address. Curious, I opened it to find a note from a person I had not heard from in many years. And a check… for the exact amount of what I would be short for two months. The note stated that God had put it on this person’s heart to send me this exact amount. They did not know why, but acted in obedience. Any thanks should be directed to God, not them. The check was dated two days before I had put a pencil to my finances. Before I realized my need, God was busy providing.
The next week, I discovered I was to be paid for the vacation time I never took–almost to the penny of the amount I’d be short the third month I needed for my hiatus.
Now, by being frugal in my spending, I can take this needed time off. I have no idea what doors will open after this, but 2026 looks to be a year of unexpected blessings and surprises. One thing I do know, each one will have God’s nail-pierced handprints all over them.
How about you? If God has blessed you in unexpected ways, I would love to hear about it.
Training pets takes patience, time, and tenacity. I’ve had my little guinea pig for about five months now. At first, he was so afraid of this giant outside of his cage but slowly he has come to trust me as the person who opens his bag of food to scoop some into his bowl or reaches in the refrigerator to bring him veggies. But, I am also the one who disturbs him when I have to clean out his cage. Sometimes I turn on this loud box with flashing pictures and weird sounds in the evening. And I use this noisy machine with a light in front of it and run it back and forth across the carpet.
I had to have surgery, which meant undergoing anesthesia. For a natural control freak like me, not knowing what is happening is a huge leap in trust. Especially when I went under with an IV in my left hand and woke up with one in my right. It freaked me out because I didn’t recall even getting drowsy after they positioned me on the operating table, and then woke up in a different room realizing time had passed without me being aware of it.
I bought a planter to grow “cat grass” because it was less expensive than purchasing the planted ones already growing in the pet store. My always-indoor beasties need grass every now and then to aid their digestion, but no access to it other than what I bring to them. To keep them from chomping on my house plants, I give them their own.
I have the option to choose to play a winning hand. The daily challenges which appear on my phone each morning guarantee they can be won. Sometimes that is more of a challenge than other days. There are times I have to trust that I am playing a winnable hand, because as I flip through the unplayable cards it sure doesn’t seem possible. But eventually a pattern opens up, and I begin to see that it is plausible after all.
I have a cross-shaped plaque hanging on my door jamb. Cut out in the center is the name of Jesus. Each time I use my key in my latch, it reminds me He is with me in my going out and my coming in. Yesterday the wind whistled through the corridor to my apartment. I noticed the plaque had flipped around backward. God, once again, sent me a message.
evening after, or a few days later it thunks my brain. Ah – okay. That was You, Lord. That serendipity was orchestrated by You alone to encourage me, correct my path, or confirm I am in Your will and am headed in the right direction. It always leave me with a tingly warmth that spreads from my heart into my tear ducts.
is just as valid. Souls are being won and hearts are being touched. I am humbled to be asked by Campus Crusades for Christ Canada through The Life Project to come onboard as a writer and editor. It has been a long discerning and vetting process. But as with any missionary, I must raise my own salary.
Four years ago when I felt called to start this blog, I told the Lord that He’d have to show me obvious evidences of Him in my day so I could relay it to others. He has been faithful to do that, and this day was no different. Those birds taught me a deep truth.
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