Are your kids off to camp, catching up with friends, and basically living at the pool?
Same here. So much so, that I realized I haven’t shared an update in a while.
A sweet friend recently reminded me, “Hey, we haven’t heard anything new in a bit.” And she was right. The truth is, I’ve been holding out, hoping I could share a wrapped-up-with-a-bow kind of ending to this long, winding road.
But we’re not there. We’re in the middle.
And the middle is hard.
It’s unclear, unfiltered, and totally out of our control.
I find myself asking (just like you might be):
What is God calling me to do in the midst of this trial?
Romans 15:13 says:
“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in Him, so that you may abound in hope.”
Abound in hope.
Even here. Even now.
But how?
By fixing my eyes—not on news headlines, not on the noise, not even on my own anxious thoughts—but on Him, the author and perfecter of our faith.
It’s not easy.
But I’m holding onto Philippians 4:13:
“I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.”
Without the solid, unshakable promises of God’s Word, I wouldn’t have a leg to stand on—let alone a reason to hope.
In Bible Study Fellowship (BSF) last year, we talked about trusting God with our how, when, which, and to what extent. At the time, I was wrestling with a big move.
We had left California in 2020, and when we returned, we faced sky-high prices and a deep ache for the home we had let go of. We toured homes, even placed offers in Pasadena and Altadena—areas scorched by wildfires. And one by one, doors closed.
Looking back, I don’t think God was closing doors to punish us.
I know He was protecting us.
So if you’re in a season of waiting, wondering how you even got here… just know you’re not alone.
We can still abound in hope.
Not because things look perfect—but because our hope isn’t in things.
Our hope is in Christ.
Love you all,
Shalice 🤍
