7 Years in the Making

The backstory behind “How This Blog Was Born”

Seven years ago, I had no idea what God was setting in motion.

In September 2019, during a phone call with my dearest and longest childhood friend, I finally brought up something I had sidelined for three years — an experience in 2016 that felt inexplicable, yet impossible to dismiss. His answer bypassed my head and went straight to my soul. I would never be the same. In that moment, I knew with every fiber of my being that Jesus was my Savior. I was all in.

What I did not know was what my “all in” would actually mean for my life. I was now — officially — just a Jewish girl who believes in Jesus. Okay… apparently that’s a thing!

Fast forward to January 2022.

I stood at a crossroads, facing the scariest decision of my life. My employer had denied my religious exemption. I had been placed on a 30-day unpaid leave and given a deadline: comply or be terminated. My career, my income, my security — all on the line.

On paper, the decision looked reckless.

In my spirit, it felt like obedience.

A few days before the deadline, I was praying — actually, more like crying out — when I audibly heard God say, “You had your earthly mother to trust. Now it’s time to trust your Heavenly Father.”

At that moment, there was no longer a choice. Into His arms I went — a full-body leap.

I was terminated.

And I have a feeling He was smiling, thinking, “I’ve got her now — finally.”

With that, the real adventure began.

The last four years have been nothing short of miraculous.

If you had told me then what the next four years would hold, I would not have believed you — His protection. His miracles. His provision.

The continued unsuccessful job search — with repeated “thank you, but no thank you” emails from employers — has been emotionally difficult. At times, deeply depressing.

And yet, something crazy happened — my faith only strengthened! I began reframing those emails as, “Not the job God has for me.” Clearly, the real Hiring Manager had something different in mind.

My joke became: God didn’t get the Israelites to the Red Sea only to say, “Oops. Sorry can’t help you.” He just doesn’t work like that. And I knew it.

At the same time, there was the reality of my checkbook. And yet — He has provided in ways that defy spreadsheets. On paper, I should be living in my car by now. Instead, I have watched God provide again and again and again.

Getting me another job would have been easy for Him. But clearly, we have been working off of two entirely different to-do lists.

I was in His waiting room, and still am.

And somehow, this has become the most glorious season of countless and unexpected blessings.

This adventure has also included filing a federal religious discrimination case. If you’re interested in the details, you can read more about my case [here].

My faith has deepened. My trust has strengthened. I am resting in His perfect plan.

It wasn’t sudden.

It was seven years in the making.

Today, I stand quietly on holy ground.

“For My thoughts are not your thoughts, Nor are your ways My ways," says the Lord. “For as the heavens are higher than the earth,So are My ways higher than your ways.”— Isaiah 55:8–9