God Met Me in the Middle of My Fear. There are moments in life that stop you in your tracks, moments when everything feels uncertain, and all you can do is breathe and pray. My cancer scare was one of those moments. What began as a routine check suddenly turned into a series of tests, waiting rooms, and doctors’ faces that didn’t give me the reassurance I desperately wanted. Fear came quickly. My mind raced. My heart felt heavy. I tried to stay strong, but inside I was breaking. In those quiet moments, the ones where no one else sees your tears or hears your thoughts... God met me. He didn’t wait until I had it all together. He came right into my fear, my questions, and my anxiety. I prayed for peace, and He gave it. I prayed for strength, and He carried me. I prayed for answers, and He guided every step. When the results finally came back clear, I fell to my knees in gratitude. Not just because the storm had passed, but because I realized how present God was the entire time. I wasn’t alone for a single second. He held me together when I couldn’t hold myself. This experience didn’t just remind me of His power, it reminded me of His love. A love so gentle, so intentional, so steady. A love that goes after us, comforts us, and protects us even when life feels overwhelming. My scare could have ended differently, but God is faithful. This testimony is my reminder that He is still in the business of healing, still in the business of comforting, and still in the business of showing up right on time. If you’re facing your own fear right now, I want you to know this: God sees you. God hears you. And God is with you. Even in the moments you feel like the one who wandered, He leaves the ninety-nine to come find you, comfort you, and carry you. I’m still here because of Him. And I’ll never stop giving Him the glory.

Earlier this year, my family faced one of the darkest moments of our lives when my mother suffered a sudden stroke. Everything felt uncertain, and fear tried to take hold but God stepped in. From the moment it happened, His presence surrounded us. He guided the doctors’ hands, protected her mind and body, and gave her strength when she had none of her own. Against the odds, my mother pulled through. Her recovery has been nothing short of miraculous. Every day we see signs of God’s mercy in her healing, her smile, and the life still flowing through her. What could have ended in tragedy became a testimony of God’s power, faithfulness, and love. I’m grateful beyond words. God saved my mother’s life, and this experience has reminded me that He is near, He is able, and He is still working miracles today.

For so long, I carried pain I didn’t know how to release. The hurt from my past felt like a weight that followed me everywhere, shaping how I saw myself and how I trusted others. But God, in His mercy, met me right where I was. He didn’t rush my healing, He guided it. Little by little, He softened the places in me that had grown hard, and He gave me the strength to face what I once tried to hide. Through His presence, His Word, and the peace only He can give, I began to feel whole again. God didn’t just help me move on—He restored me. Today, I can look back not with bitterness, but with gratitude, because I know the healing I’ve experienced could only come from Him. My story is proof that God can take even the deepest wounds and turn them into testimonies of His grace.