As I look across the landscape of my life now, one truth stands with quiet clarity: God wastes nothing. Not the seasons that confused me. Not the responsibilities that felt misplaced. Not the years I once labeled delay. Not the weakness that forced me to slow down. What once felt scattered now feels gathered. There were years I believed I was waiting on God. Only later did I see how steadily He was working within me. Even the chapters I would not have chosen were not outside His care. God was...

In December 2020, four years into serving in a calling that had finally come full circle, just as life and work had found a steady rhythm, I was diagnosed with cancer. There was no long season of anticipation. No family history. No lingering medical concern. Just a couple of weeks, an unexpected lump under my arm, a few tests — and then a word that instantly summoned my faith. Cancer. My prior reliance on the truth of Psalm 3:5 — “I lay down and slept; I wake again, for the Lord sustained me”...

When I accepted the full-time position at the church counseling center, I recognized it as the fulfillment of a calling I once believed I had missed. At first, it simply felt like the next faithful step. I was grateful. Aware of the responsibility. Conscious of the long road that had led me there. Then, quietly, a thought settled in me: I am now doing what I once thought I had lost. But it felt different than I imagined years earlier. When I was younger, calling carried urgency. There was...