Bridges to Light

There was a time in my life when I had a very active social life. I’d go out with friends, hit the bars, drink, and enjoy long, loud nights. Eventually, I settled into a serious relationship—but it didn’t end well. Somewhere deep inside, I knew it was time to take a different road. It was time to walk with God.

Walking with God is the most beautiful decision I’ve ever made. I thank Him for it every single day. But the truth is… the walk isn’t always easy. Sometimes, it’s quiet. Sometimes, it’s lonely.

The Thunderstorm Companion

There are nights when the silence presses heavier than usual… when the world feels just a little too big, and I feel just a little too small in it. That night was one of them. I don’t remember exactly what made me feel so lonely — maybe it was just the accumulation of carrying everything alone. The weight of strength. The ache of waiting.

But God knew.

That night, as I lay in bed feeling the heaviness settle, the sky above my house began to rumble. Not a loud storm, not all at once — just a gentle, steady roll of thunder that settled like a blanket above my home. It didn’t pass by. It stayed.

It stayed all night long.

I drifted off with the sound of His voice above me — low, close, comforting. I didn’t feel so alone anymore. He was keeping watch.

Sometime around 3 or 4 a.m., I stirred awake. It was still dark, the kind of quiet that feels like eternity is holding its breath. I whispered into the darkness, “I love You, Lord.”

And just then — just as the words left my lips — the sky rumbled in reply. Thunder answered me.

It was like He said it back.

Moments later, the storm finally moved on. The thunder faded. The sky grew still. And I lay there smiling, soaking in the love of a God who comes near when I cry. A God who wraps Himself in clouds just to remind me: You are never alone, beloved.

The Sacred Walk

These moments — whether in the hush of a thunderstorm, the quiet ache in a grocery aisle, or the whisper of “I love you” in the dark — are not just pieces of my story. They’re markers on the road I now walk with God. A road that may feel lonely at times, but is never truly traveled alone.

For every tear I’ve cried, He has drawn near. For every silent dinner, He has been my guest. For every empty space beside me, His Spirit has filled it with love, patience, and peace. He is the One who walks with me — not just in the mountaintop moments, but in the most ordinary, quiet, mundane spaces too.

If you find yourself walking a similar path — one where it feels like no one sees the weight you carry — I want to remind you: You are never truly alone.

He sees.
He cares.
He’s walking beside you too.

Let this be the kind of love story that doesn’t need flowers or fanfare — just faith.
Because once you walk with Him…
You’ll never walk without Him again.

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