Mercy Found Me

Looking back, I now realize that seasons of isolation don’t last forever. There always comes a moment when God begins to shift things—when the waiting turns into walking, and the hidden place gives way to the open door. The reward of separation is that God doesn’t just bring you out; He brings you out different. You don’t leave the wilderness the same way you entered it. Something changes deep within. For me, the reward has been clarity and strength. The same prayers I once prayed in confusion, I can now see answered in God’s perfect timing. The loneliness that once felt unbearable has taught me the sweetness of His presence. The silence that once felt like absence has trained me to hear His whisper. I think of others who walked the same path: Joseph stepped out of prison into a palace, but he came out with wisdom that years of comfort could never have given him. David emerged from caves not just as a warrior but as a man after God’s own heart. Jesus left the wilderness “in the power o...

When I finally accepted that God was the One allowing my season of separation, the next question became: “Lord, how do I survive this?” Because the truth is, isolation is not just about what you lose—it’s about what you become in the process. And that becoming doesn’t happen by accident; it happens by posture. Here are a few lessons God has been teaching me about walking through isolation: 1. Lean Into His Presence In moments when the silence feels unbearable, I’ve learned to sit quietly before Him, even when words don’t come. Sometimes the deepest prayers are the ones prayed with tears. And strangely enough, His presence meets me there in ways that words cannot describe. 2. Feed on His Word The wilderness can be a place of deception if we’re not grounded. The enemy loves to whisper lies: “You’re forgotten…you’ve failed…you’re wasting time.” But God’s Word exposes those lies. In my dry seasons, scriptures like Psalm 27:14, “Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the L...

When God begins to separate us, it rarely feels easy. In fact, the first stages of isolation often feel confusing, lonely, and even painful. I remember when I first stepped out of the familiar into the unfamiliar, I couldn’t fully understand what God was doing. For years, I struggled to settle. Life felt as though it had slowed to a crawl. Many times, I prayed: “Lord, is this really Your will? Or did I move by my own doing? If I am outside Your will, forgive me and realign me with Your purpose.” That prayer became the cry of my heart in the wilderness season. The Silence of God One of the hardest struggles in separation is that God sometimes seems silent. We pray and wonder if He hears us. We search for direction but don’t receive immediate answers. It feels like being hidden, unseen, and even forgotten. But silence doesn’t mean absence. In reality, God is working beneath the surface, reshaping our desires, humbling our hearts, and preparing us for what lies ahead. The Loneliness of Is...

For a long time, a close friend would often tell me she didn’t understand what she had done wrong to me. Time and again, I reassured her: “You’ve done nothing wrong.” But deep inside, I struggled to put into words what was really happening. Then, during one of those conversations, I quietly whispered to God to give me wisdom. And in that moment, He helped me understand. The truth is this: sometimes, in order for God to use us, He will separate us. The Call Away from the Familiar There are seasons when God pulls us away from the familiar into the unfamiliar. The familiar may feel comfortable, but it can also be distracting or even hindering to the purpose God has for us. Separation and isolation are not punishments—they are God’s way of preparing us. Just as a potter removes clay from the lump before shaping it, God removes us from what we cling to so He can mold us into what He desires. A Season of Struggle When I stepped away from my familiar place into the unfamiliar, I didn’t unders...

Last Sunday, the Lord woke me up at 4am. After spending some quiet time with Him, I stepped out of bed at exactly 5:30 am. Being a Sunday, there’s usually a lot on my plate. Then suddenly, I remembered that there was supposed to be a video shoot in my house that day—something that had completely slipped my mind. As I prepared my cup of coffee, the Holy Spirit nudged me to pick up my Bible and spend more time with Him. I could sense the Lord was longing for my undivided attention. So, I opened my Bible and asked the Holy Spirit what He desired to teach me. He led me to Joshua 5. I began reading quietly, but soon felt prompted to read aloud. This chapter speaks of Joshua circumcising an entire new generation of Israel with flint knives. I paused and asked, “Lord, weren’t the male children supposed to be circumcised on the eighth day?” The Holy Spirit delights when we ask Him questions. It became a moment of fellowship between us. He then led me to Numbers 9, particularly verses 15–23, an...

Some moments leave you smiling for hours—heart full, spirit light. Yesterday was one of those moments. My partner has been encouraging me to get back to blogging, saying I have a gift for storytelling. Maybe he’s right, because if ever there was a story worth sharing, it’s this one. Lately, I’ve noticed something beautiful—young ladies and gentlemen speaking to me from a place of motherhood. Some even call me Mom. It’s a title I’m slowly embracing, because I feel that, by the grace of God, I might be mentoring them or guiding them in the right direction. It’s such a humbling experience. Mom it is. There’s one young man in particular—someone I’m connected to through leadership. Over time, I’ve come to deeply admire his commitment to God, his hunger for spiritual growth, and the way he quietly lives out his faith. Yesterday, he called and invited me to walk with him through an incredibly personal milestone in his life. My heart almost burst. First, from the honor of him seeing me and cho...