I still remember it like it was yesterday — that season of my life when I was pregnant with Darius. It was a chapter marked by both overwhelming joy and quiet hardship. My husband and I had just made the move to Wisconsin, ready to chase a fresh start, full of hope, but with little more than faith in our pockets. We were stepping into the unknown with wide eyes and empty hands, and the weight of starting over in a new place was heavier than we imagined.
We didn’t have much — not in the bank, not in our kitchen, and certainly not in our comfort zone. Every dollar had to be stretched, and every day felt like a battle between trying to stay positive and fighting off fear. Being pregnant in that moment added another layer of pressure. I wanted to be strong for my baby, but deep inside, I worried. I questioned whether we would have enough, whether we would make it through that season without completely breaking down.
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Then something happened that I still struggle to explain — something I can only describe as a divine intervention. Out of nowhere, a check arrived in the mail. It was from a lawsuit I had been part of years before, something I had nearly forgotten. The amount? Roughly $3,700. And let me tell you — when you’re counting every cent, that kind of money doesn’t just look big... it feels holy. I stood there holding that check with tears in my eyes, knowing that no one but God could’ve timed this so perfectly.
It was more than just financial relief. It was proof that we were seen. It was a quiet reminder that while we may not always understand why we’re struggling, we are never abandoned. That money helped us cover rent, buy groceries, and take care of basic needs we had been silently praying about. But what it gave us emotionally was even more powerful — a sense of peace. A breath of relief. A spark of hope that reminded us we weren’t doing this alone.
Even now, years later, I still reflect on that moment with a heart full of gratitude. That check didn’t just change our bank account — it changed our perspective. It reminded us that even in the darkest seasons, provision is still possible. And it reaffirmed my belief that G-o-d has a way of stepping in right when we’re on the edge of giving up.
So if you’re in a season right now where things feel uncertain... hold on. Keep praying. Keep trusting. Help might not come in the way you expect, but it will come. Sometimes it shows up in the mailbox. Sometimes in a phone call. Sometimes in a stranger’s kindness. But it always shows up — right on time.
Have you ever had a moment like that? A time when you were struggling and something or someone appeared out of nowhere to help you through? I’d love to hear about it in the comments. Your story might just be the encouragement someone else needs today. 💬💗
