When the Clouds Shift



It’s no secret—life is changing fast for me right now. And not just one thing… everything. The kind of season where “when it rains, it pours” doesn’t feel like a cliché—it feels like reality.

Some of these changes have been expected. Some hit me out of nowhere. And if I’m being honest, it feels like I’m walking through it alone at times.

But the truth is—I’m not.

I have an incredible support system. People who remind me of who I am when I forget. And even more than that, I have faith.

Some days, it feels like faith is the only thing holding me together.

With so many options in front of me and no clear path, I’ve had to lean into that faith like never before. I come back to the promise in Deuteronomy 31:8:

“The Lord Himself goes before you and will be with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.”

Those words ground me.

They remind me that I’m not walking into the unknown—I’m walking into a future He’s already seen. He goes before me. He is with me. I am not alone in this.

I took this photo of the clouds the other day, and in the center of that sky was the shape of a heart. A simple reminder that even when the storm clouds roll in, His love is constant. His presence is steady.

So if you’re also facing change, if you're overwhelmed by the unknown, hold on to this:

You are not forgotten. You are not alone. The Lord goes before you.

Let faith lead you forward.

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