Grace… a word we speak so easily, yet only truly understand when life places us in moments where nothing else could have carried us through. As I look back over this year — over the journey, the stretching, the confusion, the breakthroughs, the disappointments that later proved to be divine protection — one truth echoes louder than anything else: Grace was there.
Grace was there when I didn’t think I needed it.
You know those seasons when you feel strong, capable, and steady? When life seems to be flowing, and you believe you can carry yourself? Even then, grace was quietly holding the parts of your story you didn’t even know were fragile. Protecting you from what was forming behind the scenes, guiding you away from what wasn’t meant for you, covering you in ways you couldn’t yet see. That was grace — subtle, gentle, patient.
Grace was there when I put myself in situations I had no business being in.
Let’s be honest — some storms we stepped into willingly. Not because we didn’t know better, but because we were tired, lonely, hopeful, or trying to fill an empty place with the wrong thing. And yet, even in that, grace didn’t leave. It didn’t shame us. It didn’t abandon us. It waited. It covered. It protected us from consequences that could’ve destroyed us. It whispered, “I’ll help you get out of what you got yourself into.”
That’s grace.
Grace was there when I didn’t know how I would get to work.
When transport failed, when the money didn’t make sense, when the budget screamed “impossible” — grace stepped in. Maybe through a friend. Maybe through a miracle. Maybe through strength you didn’t know you had. But somehow… you got there. Somehow… you made it through another day. That wasn’t luck. That wasn’t coincidence. That was grace making a way through impossibility.
Grace was there when I didn’t even have one slice of bread.
We don’t talk enough about those quiet moments — those deep private struggles no one knows about. The days where hunger is both physical and emotional. The days where you question your worth, your future, your strength. Yet even in those moments, grace fed you… not just food, but hope.
Grace kept your faith alive. Grace promised, “This is not your permanent place.”
And it wasn’t.
Grace was there when they said my dreams would fail.
People will always have opinions. They will tell you to be realistic. They will measure your dreams by their own fear. They will project their limitations onto you and expect you to receive them as truth.
But grace reminded me not to share what God had whispered into my spirit.
Not everything meant for you is meant to be spoken aloud. Some dreams grow best in silence. Some visions are safest when guarded. Grace taught me to nurture what God planted in my heart — quietly, privately, faithfully — until the fruit became undeniable.
Grace told me to run with what God said, not with what people thought.
And now… as I step into December 2025, something in me has shifted. Something in me has awakened and settled at the same time. I realize now more than ever:
This journey has nothing to do with luck.
Nothing to do with connections.
Nothing to do with approval.
Nothing to do with who supports you and who doesn’t.
This has everything to do with God — and His grace.
Grace prepared the road long before I walked it.
Grace softened the blows I didn’t see coming.
Grace redirected me every time I wandered.
Grace carried me when I could not carry myself.
Grace held my business together when I had no strength left.
Grace fueled my creativity, my ideas, my resilience.
Grace kept me standing when everything around me looked like it wanted to knock me down.
Grace was there in every disappointment, every closed door, every yes, every breakthrough, every unexpected blessing. Through the tears. Through the doubts. Through the prayers whispered on tired nights. Through the frustrations and the small victories that reminded me why I started.
Grace was there when I thought all I had left was faith the size of a mustard seed. And guess what? That was enough. Grace made sure it was enough.
Now, looking back, I see that every step — even the ones that didn’t make sense — was guided by grace. Every delay was a divine setup. Every hardship shaped character. Every moment of lack taught gratitude. Every moment of abundance taught stewardship. And every season taught me that God’s grace does not run out. It meets you over and over again, right where you are.
I walk into the end of this year not tired, not defeated, not unsure — but deeply aware that I am only where I am because grace never left me.
As I step into what’s next, I carry this truth with me: Grace didn’t just bring me through — grace is taking me further.
And it will do the same for you.
📖 Scripture Reminder
“My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.”
— 2 Corinthians 12:9
