Two Years Later – Protected, Provided, and Positioned

It’s been two years since I left my last “big girl job” in corporate America. May 2023 was the end of that chapter—Regional Manager, steady paycheck, full calendar, and what looked like success on paper. At the time, it felt like a loss. A stripping. I couldn’t make sense of why God would remove something I worked so hard for. But now, flipping through the pages of my journals from that season, I see it with new eyes.

It wasn’t rejection.
It was His protection.

If I’m honest, I would have stayed. I would have kept striving, kept climbing, kept performing. I would have sacrificed myself—my health, my peace, even my calling—for burnout culture. For the applause. For security. For fear of disappointing anyone. But God, in His mercy, didn’t let me stay there. He pulled me out, even when I didn’t ask to be rescued.

The last two years have been anything but easy. There are journal entries filled with raw prayers—“Lord, where do I belong?” and “When will You give me a job again?” What I didn’t know then was that He had already given me a job: to lead, to speak, to gather, to shepherd, to pour into women through the ministry He placed in my hands. To do what I absolutely love to do—build Kingdom community and call women into their God-given identity.

Still, let’s be real: there are many days I ask Him for a “real job”—one with benefits, a 401k, a direct deposit. I don’t know if I’ll ever have one of those again. Maybe. Maybe not. I’ve come to a place of being open either way. Maybe this is the job—full-time Kingdom work and full-time faith. Trusting Him to be my daily bread.

Recently, I’ve been looking back through journals from 2018 all the way to 2025. Page after page—tears, prayers, questions, breakthroughs, God-winks, and growth. I wept reading them. Because I saw it—His hand, His patience, His perfect timing. I’m in awe of how far He’s brought me. How He never let go, even when I couldn’t see where He was leading.

It’s hard to see it in the moment, isn’t it? But looking back, it’s so clear:
He always guides.
He always provides.

Two years later, I don’t have a corporate title, or a REAL JOB but I have peace. I may still be in a season of asking, “What’s next, Lord?” but I’m doing it from a place of trust, not panic.

I live in a home.
I have a vehicle.
There’s food in the fridge.
I have my health.
I have joy.
I have Him.

He has never left me nor forsaken me. And while I still wrestle with the unknown, I can rest in this truth:

He’s done it before.
He’ll do it again.

The great I AM can be trusted.