🌾 Porch Talks: He Is There

There are seasons where everything feels alive—plans falling into place, prayers being answered, dreams unfolding like flowers in bloom. And then there are seasons where the air is thick, your body is tired, and hope feels... far.

This week has been the latter.

The land we’ve had our hearts set on—the place we saw our future taking shape—was appraised lower than the asking price. That news hit hard. It felt like everything we had worked toward, prayed over, and waited patiently for just slipped through our fingers.

I sat on the porch, staring at nothing, feeling so defeated. Depleted in a way I can’t even describe. The kind of tired that isn’t just physical. It’s soul tired.

And that’s when the Lord whispered to me, so gently it made my heart ache:
"I am there, Maria."

Not just in the closing papers or the answered prayers.
Not just in the good news or the green pastures.
But here. In the weariness. In the setback. In the uncertainty.

He is there.

When the numbers don’t work.
When the door you were sure was yours won’t open.
When you’ve given all you can and still come up short.

He. Is. There.

Not absent. Not silent. Not indifferent.
But close. Present. Nearer than breath.
Sitting on the porch with me. Holding the pieces of my heart I can’t hold together on my own.

So maybe you're in a season like this too. Where it feels like everything is falling apart and nothing is working out like you hoped. If that’s you, I just want you to hear it:

He is there.

He is not just the God of the miracle.
He’s the God of the meantime.
The God of the no, the not yet, and the trust Me anyway.

And that’s enough for today.
We’ll sit on this porch a little longer. We’ll wait. We’ll cry if we need to. We’ll breathe.
And we’ll remember:

He is there.