A Reflection on Being Led Through the Week

This week was full. I traveled to take care of accounts, and Monday started early—waking around one in the morning and catching a 5 a.m. flight. It wasn’t anxiety that woke me, just light or motion. But it made the day even longer than expected. The birthdays were celebrated, and I was grateful to finish the day, though I was completely exhausted.

Tuesday felt off at first. I stayed in to catch up on emails and calls I’d missed, then got back out in the field by afternoon. Every day since has been a 12-hour stretch—meeting people during the day, sending emails and follow-ups in the evening.

I spoke to God many times throughout the week. Not just in quiet moments, but in the middle of everything. I asked Him to lead me, especially as I worked on the post that went out Friday. That one mattered most It was the culmination of months of writing and reflection. I stayed up late to finish it, not out of obligation, but because I wanted to be honest. I needed to reflect and deeply consider the words which would reach paper. I needed to be faithful.

I asked God to work through me. To make me an instrument. It reminded me of Moses and Aaron—how God used Aaron to speak when Moses felt unsure. I don’t always feel eloquent. But I do feel called. And I trust that when I ask, God will work through me.

There were other posts this week too. I haven’t yet created the videos or social media that go with them. That part will come. Right now, I’m grateful the words were written.

So I offer this blessing:

“May we ask to be led. May we trust that God is present in the long days, the quiet prayers, and the unfinished tasks. May our words carry truth. And may we rest in the knowledge that God will tend to us as the birds of the air. And may we see in every moment of the day”