A Full Plate and a Heavy Heart
On a night like tonight, when my summer classes have finally ended, you would think I’d be celebrating.
Normally, this would be my time to breathe—to rest before the next set of classes begins. But not this time.
This summer, I took seven classes between two sessions, in two different schools, and instead of getting a break, my new classes started today, across three different schools.
To say my plate is full would be an understatement. And honestly, this blog was the last thing I wanted to do tonight after not even a day’s break.
At first, it felt like one more thing on my never-ending list of assignments. But then God reminded me why I started writing these blogs in the first place. This wasn’t meant to be another burden; it was meant to be my outlet—a place where I could pause, reflect, and breathe in the middle of the chaos.
It’s not about perfection; it’s about obedience and balance.
And as I sat with that thought, I was reminded of the story of King Hezekiah.
Hezekiah’s Story: A God Who Still Heals
For those unfamiliar, Hezekiah was the king of Judah, known for trusting God more than almost any king before him.
One day, the prophet Isaiah brought him devastating news: “Set your house in order, for you are going to die”.
Imagine hearing that. But instead of giving up, Hezekiah turned to God in prayer.
He cried out, reminded God of his faithfulness, and asked for mercy. And God heard him.
God sent Isaiah back to tell him: “I have heard your prayer and seen your tears; I will heal you.” God gave Hezekiah 15 more years of life.
But Hezekiah’s healing came with a call to obedience.
God’s grace was real, but it also came with an invitation to walk faithfully, trusting Him fully in the days ahead.
I Thought I was Dying
I can relate to Hezekiah’s story in a very personal way.
Not too long ago, I went through a season where I thought God might be telling me to “put my affairs in order.”
I kept going back to the doctor, convinced something was wrong, but time after time, they told me, “Everything looks fine.” Deep down, I knew it wasn’t.
Finally, a physician assistant really listened. She ordered a CT scan of my lungs, and that’s when we discovered the truth—I had blood clots in both lungs, in both the upper and lower lobes. I could have died.
I cried out to God. My family cried out to God. My church family cried out to God. My friends cried out to God. And God heard us. He healed me.
I am here today as living proof that God is still healing, still answering prayer, and still working all things together for my good.
So when I think about Hezekiah’s healing, it’s not just a story on a page—it’s my story too.
I know what it’s like to face something that feels impossible and to experience God’s grace crossing the borders of fear, sickness, and even death itself.
That reminds me of another story I love
Through the Storm: A Lesson in Trust
One about a father teaching his daughter to drive.
One day, they were caught in a terrible storm.
Rain poured so hard she could barely see, and cars all around them began pulling over to wait it out.
Nervous and afraid, she wanted to stop too, but her father gently said, “No, keep driving.”
Even though she was scared, she trusted his calm voice and kept going.
Finally, they drove out of the storm into sunshine.
Her father told her to stop and look back—and when she did, she saw all the cars still sitting under the storm clouds, stuck where they had stopped.
That’s what I hear God saying to me tonight: “Keep going.”
Keep Going: Grace on the Other Side
Grace doesn’t always remove the storm. Sometimes, it carries us through it—but only if we trust Him enough to keep moving forward.
So here I am, writing this blog not out of obligation, but out of gratitude.
God didn’t ask me to do this to overwhelm me; He asked me to do it to remind me—and maybe remind you too—that He’s faithful.
He promised He would take care of me. He promised He would never leave me. And He promised that when the burden gets heavy, He will help me see it through.
Maybe you need that reminder, too.
Whatever storm you’re facing right now, don’t pull over.
Don’t give up. Trust the One who sees what’s on the other side of it all.
The same God who heard Hezekiah’s prayer, who healed my body, and who guided that young driver through the storm—that same God is still moving.
His grace crosses borders… the borders of fear, exhaustion, doubt, and impossibility… to meet us right where we are.
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