No one comes into this Skool space looking to carry the weight of someone else’s life. We all have our own pressing from the world — our own seasons of waiting and wondering when God will reveal what He’s doing. This year has been the hardest year of my life. Marriage strain. Kids struggling. And the store — this beautiful, challenging, purpose-filled store — has tested me more than anything ever has. The hardest part has been stepping out in faith and going all in, believing with everything in me that God had been preparing me for this moment all along. Every door opened. The right people showed up. The timing was perfect. It felt like I was walking directly into His plan — so I didn’t hesitate. I invested everything, believing it was 100% God’s plan for me. But as the months went on — as I sat through quiet days with no one walking through the door — I started to question. Has His plan somehow turned into my hustle? Did I take His gift and start pushing in my own strength? I don’t think I lost His purpose, but I’ve definitely lost my energy. I’ve found myself teetering between faith and fear, between trusting and trying to fix it myself. And yet, even in that place, He keeps whispering: “I’m here. Keep going. Lean on Me. I will carry you when you can’t keep moving. I will provide. Just trust Me.” Every day I battle the same worries — the debt, the slow days, the pressure to make the holidays miraculous so I can keep this mission alive. I find myself flapping my wings frantically, trying to make the wind move faster. But God keeps saying: “Be still. Stop striving. Calm your spirit. Read My promises. Be a good steward. Get quiet and listen — to where I am calling you into, or calling you out of.” I’m learning that struggle is never wasted. The testimony needs tension. Without the storm, there’s no story of rescue. Without the drought, there’s no miracle of rain. So here I am — catching the wind beneath my wings again. Taking a long pause. Waiting patiently for God’s grace and His kept promises.