September has tested me spiritually, physically, and financially. I have knelt on the floor and asked God why. I have stood in the shower with my face turned up to the water so no one would hear me. There have been days when I felt weary, discouraged, and uncertain about what would come next; days when the bank account read like a warning, and my body would not answer when I asked it to keep going. But faith isn’t only for sunny skies; it’s for standing firm when life's winds begin to howl.

“As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.” Isaiah 55:10–11 (NIV) There was a season in my life when I felt like I was walking through a spiritual drought. I still believed in God, but I did...

I’ve experienced losing people I loved, losing things I worked hard for, and losing pieces of what I thought my life would look like. And if I’m being honest, those moments didn’t just hurt, they changed me. There were times I questioned everything, wondered why God would allow so much pressure, so much heat, and so much breaking. But then I started to see things differently. I thought about how steel is made.