Becoming Mo

Life has been throwing curveballs lately… and strangely, I’m not upset.

That’s life doing its thing, I guess.

In the middle of it all, I felt scared. I questioned things. I second-guessed myself. For a moment, it felt like I might sink. Within 24 – 48 hours, it was one thing after another – a health scare, a job scare, a business crash and a sprinkle of sibling issues.

I wanted someone to talk to so badly. Someone to listen, to comfort me, to tell me everything would be okay.

But there was no one.

And somehow, in all of that, I forgot about God.

That realization hurt.

He should have been my first go-to, but He didn’t even cross my mind. Maybe it’s because I’ve created separate spaces in my heart – one for human connection and one for God.

But here’s what I can’t ignore: even without me reaching out, things began to settle. The scares eased. The weight lifted.

And during my devotion today, as I reflected on the past few weeks, I felt an overwhelming rush of gratitude.

Because even when I overlooked Him… He still showed up for me.

I may not have called on Him first, but He never left.

That humbles me.

I pray for grace to be more intentional – to pause, to reflect, and to say thank you.