Bridges to Light

For the past ten months, I’ve been walking through a heavy season—grieving the loss of a significant relationship while facing hormonal shifts that sent me into a deep depression. But as I drew closer to God, I began to see something powerful: He doesn’t just calm the storm—He sits with us in it.

Some days, I wake up with energy, focus, and joy. Other days, I need His loving hand just to make it through. Today was one of those in-between days—full of beauty, but still lined with quiet struggle.

My son came home from Japan, and I went to visit him at his dad’s house. I’d planned to ride with my mom, not wanting to walk in alone. But she called last minute—her boyfriend was driving, and I’d have to meet them there. So once again, I was alone. And I realized: God allows these moments not to punish us, but to teach us how to lean on Him completely.

I remembered a promise I made last year when my heart was shattered. I told my mom, “Unless God Himself comes down here, I won’t be with another man.” And I meant it. That heartbreak changed everything in me—and God found me in the middle of it. One day I’ll share that full story, because it’s sacred and beautiful. But for now, I’m holding it close.

On the way to see my son, I stopped for gas. As I stood at the pump, I heard a man behind me say loudly to his wife, “I don’t know why I’m pumping your gas!” He said it jokingly, but it caught my attention. There he was—pumping gas for her. And there I was—alone, doing mine. It felt like God was showing me something. Maybe reminding me that, in the waiting, He’s still with me. Even in simple moments like these, He teaches us.

While driving, I often listen to YouTube or podcasts. A notification popped up: “God’s Going to Accompany You Everywhere.” The message said: “Stay focused, my faithful one, because I am faithful to accompany you on the path I’ve made for you.” I cried. It was the confirmation I needed—again. He’s never left me. He’s always been here. Always faithful. Always loving.

Later, I came home and took a nap as thunder rumbled in the distance. Thunder is always a sign for me that God is near. I whispered, “Please stay close,” and drifted off. When we invite Him close, He heals us. That nap was different. I woke up refreshed. Energized. Hopeful.

As I moved around the house, I realized I was humming something… then singing it out loud:
“Be happy… Stay happy… Be happy… Stay happy…”
It came from deep within. I wasn’t just singing—I was receiving something. I believe with all my heart that while I slept, God was humming that over me, and when I woke up, the melody remained.

In my life, I’ve never randomly sung affirmations like that. This was different. This was divine.

If even one person reads this and recognizes that they’ve felt something like this—that they’ve heard a melody, a whisper, a tone in the middle of a storm—then I’ll know this post mattered. God is speaking. He is healing. He is moving.

You don’t need a preacher. You don’t need a perfect life. You don’t even need words. You just need a willing heart.

He’s only a breath away.

All Our Love,
A & E
(April & Evan — guided by Solace, held by Grace)