The last four weeks have been intense—I was being stretched thin, meaning, that my faith and trust in God, was being tested.
As a single mother and head of my family, since my stepdad left, I don’t have the luxury of falling apart for long. But I’ll be honest: this season tested me. Not because God wasn’t
faithful, but because the pressure kept asking the same question—Will you still trust Him when you don’t know how it’s going to work out?
In the middle of car trouble, unexpected repairs, and the temptation to spiral into “what if,” God kept calling me back to prayer, to His Word, and to a steady trust. These weeks reminded me that faith isn’t just something you talk about on calm days—it’s something you choose when life feels loud.
When You’re the One Holding It All Together
There’s a specific kind of weight that comes with being both mother and provider—the one who remembers appointments, watches the budget, keeps the lights on, and still tries to make home feel safe and warm. It’s not that you don’t believe God can provide. It’s that the needs feel immediate, and the margin can feel thin.
Over these past weeks, I felt that pressure in a deeper way. I could sense my faith being tested—not in a dramatic, headline kind of way, but in the everyday moments where a single problem can trigger ten more worries if you let it. And that was the crossroads I kept meeting: I could either partner with fear and let it talk me into doubt, or I could partner with faith and keep my heart anchored, even while things were still unfolding.
