12/06/2025
Do you ever feel as though life is pressing the air out of your lungs? As though you’re standing in the middle of a storm whispering, “Why me?” You look at your journey and think, I’ve done everything right. I’ve loved deeply, given freely, prayed faithfully, sown
generously, lifted others, walked with kindness, patience, humility.
I’ve waited my turn. I’ve put in the work. So why does it feel like the world is collapsing on me?
I’ve asked myself those same questions—more times than I can count. And in the quiet moments, after wrestling with my own heart, I found the answer: Why not me?
Why should I believe I’m exempt from struggle? Why should I think I am untouched by trials, disappointment, hurt, betrayal, or heartbreak? Why should I imagine that I’ll never be misunderstood, overlooked, or taken for granted?
There is no such thing as “special.” What there is—what I am—is someone who has been shaped to remain on my knees, steady in the presence of God. Someone who has learned to cry out for His wisdom, His strength, His direction.
Someone who surrenders to each next step, trusting that the mountain I’m meant to climb is the very mountain He’ll help me ascend… and the leap I’m meant to take is the very leap He’ll catch.
And because I know who holds tomorrow, because I know whose hand holds mine, I can rise and say with confidence: Why not me?
So bring it on, world. Bring it all.
I stand firm in the truth I know.
And nothing—neither height nor depth, neither powers nor storms, neither life nor death—can shake me or separate me from the love and covering of Christ Jesus.
