Last Saturday, after our prayer meeting, we took a quick trip to JB for dinner and to pump petrol. On the way, my husband suddenly turned to me and said something that truly touched my heart — he felt supported, lighter, and that I had changed for the better as a wife and mother.
Even though I haven’t contributed much materially to the household, he said he feels at home whenever he’s home — and for that, he’s deeply grateful.
I believe this is the power of prayer and perseverance.
Over the past 10 months, God has been molding and shaping me. I’m a tough piece of clay — strong-willed, rebellious — and it hasn’t been an easy process. It’s been painful as God stripped away my ego and pride, leaving me with nothing of my own.
But through that brokenness, I’ve learned to be humble, to expect less, and to trust more — knowing that God is always present, always providing, even when we can’t see it yet.
The business hasn’t picked up yet — but I’ve already surrendered it fully to God, my true CEO.
If it’s not His time, no matter how much I strive, the results won’t come. But that doesn’t mean I’ll stop. I’ll still show up, do my part, and give my best within the capacity He has given me.
Because in the end, it’s not about control — it’s about trust.
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