Bridges to Light

There are days when clouds fill the sky — heavy, layered, almost like a veil trying to dim the warmth of the sun. And yet, if you watch closely, the light always finds a way through.

This morning was one of those sacred moments. I was sitting quietly, watching the clouds roll in like they had something to say. The sky wanted to be grey, maybe even brooding — but the sun didn’t give up. It poured through in soft beams, like whispers from Heaven. And as I sat there, I knew… He was with me.

Sometimes God doesn’t move the mountain — He just lets light slip through the cracks until you remember He can. Yesterday, I had been worried. I was facing a financial situation that felt uncertain. But instead of panicking, I breathed and whispered,
“I trust You.”
Not with doubt. Not with desperation. Just with quiet surrender.

And then the miracles began. Little bits of money — some I had forgotten, some I never expected — started landing in my account. Refunds. A cashed-out 401k. Enough. More than enough. Right on time.

One refund hit at night, the next in the early morning, and still one more is on its way. What I thought would take seven days, God accomplished in one. Why? Because He wanted me to see.

Sometimes, I think He allows these moments not to test us, but to show us. To remind us that He is the Provider, the One who multiplies, the One who pours out blessings from the places we least expect.

And it brought back old memories — days when I had nothing. Like the time two drinks fell from a vending machine when I only paid for one. Or the time a payphone spat out $7 in change right after I made a call, enough to buy the gas I needed to get home.

Who else could that be?
No one but God.

I’m starting to understand something deeper now. God chooses us not just because He loves us (though oh, He does), but because He sees our hearts. I was my mother’s firstborn. And in Scripture, God often calls the firstborn to Himself. I believe He’s had His hand on me from the very beginning.

He doesn’t force His way in. He waits for the moment we open the door. And once we do, He doesn’t just walk in — He rushes in. With peace. With provision. With presence.  Just like the sun breaking through the clouds this morning in the photo.

So if you’re reading this and you’ve felt a little grey lately… a little uncertain… a little low on hope or trust or faith — look up. The clouds may come. But the light is still there.

Let Him in.  Let His light in. 🌤✨

Always With Love,
April