22/07/2025
Two months ago, I was in a completely different place — tired, uncertain, and praying for something to shift.
This week, I received a small bonus (blurring the details because that’s not the point). What it meant to me? That God really does hear even the quietest prayers.
During my season of waiting, I kept holding on to Exodus 14:14 and Isaiah 45:2–3 — verses that reminded me that God goes before me, fights for me, levels mountains, and breaks down gates of bronze. That when blessings come, it’ll be clear they didn’t come from striving, but from Him.
These verses carried me through anxious thoughts and sleepless nights. And somehow, they still gave me peace — the kind that transcends understanding.
Now, it’s slowly happening.
Not overnight. Not in jaw-dropping numbers.
But enough to remind me: God is El Roi. He sees. He provides. And when He moves, He really moves. In ways that feel personal, perfectly timed, and more than enough.
I also want to gently acknowledge what’s happening around us right now. I know many are going through literal storms, especially in this Habagat season. My heart goes out to every person and family affected. This post isn’t meant to be loud or proud — just a quiet marking of grace.
Because even in the hardest seasons, His mercy finds its way through. 🌱
Not always in big, showy moments.
But sometimes… in ways that catch you off guard — in the best way.
