You know that one thing you’ve been praying about for a long time?
That one decision that, when it finally comes, has the power to shift your entire life?
Yeah… that one.
Well, the decision I was waiting for—finally came through.
It’s hard to explain what it feels like when something you’ve been holding your breath for suddenly arrives. It’s a mix of relief, gratitude, exhaustion, and disbelief. You want to celebrate, cry, and sleep all at once. ( I didn’t sleep!)
But what caught me off guard was not just the breakthrough itself—it was people’s reactions to it.
Every person I told said something along the lines of:
“I prayed for this.”
“I fasted for you.”
“I declared it until it happened.”
“I knew it would come through because of how hard we stood in faith.”
And listen—don’t get me wrong—I’m so grateful. Truly. I’ve felt held by community in ways I can never fully articulate. I appreciate every act of kindness, every prayer, every word spoken in faith.
But somewhere in all those beautiful sentiments, I noticed something…
It started to feel like people were tallying up spiritual points.
Like my breakthrough was a group project, and everyone was trying to claim the top score.
And then—conviction hit me.
Because I was that person too.
I was the one who thought my fasting, my tears, my late-night prayers were somehow earning this breakthrough.
Like I could hustle Heaven.
Like if I just did enough, God had to say yes.
But looking back now—with clear eyes and a soft heart—I know this for certain:
It was Grace.
Full stop.
Undeserved, unearned, unmatched Grace.
Yes, I prayed. Yes, I fasted. Yes, I stayed in faith even when it cracked and wobbled.
But in the end, it wasn’t the weight of my works that opened this door.
It was the mercy of a God who acts because of who He is, not because of what I’ve done.
The scripture that captures this best?
👉 Ephesians 2:8-9 (NIV):
“For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God—not by works, so that no one can boast.”
That verse quiets every ounce of ego in me.
It reminds me that the breakthroughs I receive are not badges I’ve earned—but gifts I’ve been entrusted with.
So if you’re still in the waiting, take heart: no amount of delay can deny what God has already appointed. And if you’re standing on the other side like I am now—quietly overwhelmed, deeply humbled—don’t let the noise of “who did what” drown out the truth of who God is.
He didn’t have to—but He did.
Not because of us.
But simply because He is good.