Reason to Trust #8 [Lucy]

Lucy KondaAge: 29 // Favourite Food: Dhal and Tiramisu. // Dream Job: Anything that enables me to work with people, the community and to encourage and equip individuals in their God given purpose.// Current Season: Crazy in love with my Savior, hubby and kids. Love my family and friends, love my church and looking forward to being a stay at home Mumma for the next year. // Met Jesus: At the age of 5 my neighbour’s granddaughter led me to the Lord. // Favourite Verse: Proverbs 31:25 – “She is clothed in strength and dignity and she laughs without fear of the future.” // Instagram: @lucy_konda

As a child I always had a desire to marry a handsome husband who loves his family, be a Mum and have two boys. I now feel so blessed by God and am extremely grateful as this is exactly what has happened in my life and a whole lot more.  I am married to an amazing husband (Taiyo) who not only loves our family but loves God and is passionate about building the local Church. I have a healthy cheeky two year old boy (Samuel) and in two weeks I will be giving birth to our second son.
Even though it sounds like a picture perfect scenario, there has been many occasions since the birth of my first son that I have had to trust in God and his miraculous provision to work through situations. A situation that comes to mind in this season as I approach the arrival of our second son – is the birth of my first son, Sammy.

It was the 18th of May 2012, at 2.20pm I started to go into labor and my husband quickly drove me to hospital. As I arrived, the midwives assured me that everything was fine and as I continued to labor I would get to meet my son within 4 hours. Ten hours later I was still in labor and absolutely exhausted. The beautiful midwife that was caring for me suggested that I consider having an epidural. My response was, “No way – I’m going to deliver my baby naturally as planned.”

Another 4 hours passed and the midwife said to me again, “Lucy you really need to consider pain relief as you can’t do this by yourself anymore, you are exhausted.” The midwife then said, “I am a Christian and I would love to pray with you and ask God for guidance and direction.” She did not know we were Christians at the time, but had the boldness to confess this at a crucial time. Even though I was determined to have a natural birth I agreed to pray about pain relief. As the midwife took my hand and prayed with me I received a peace from God that I cannot explain and I decided to go ahead with the epidural.

Within 5 minutes the anesthetist came in, inserted the epidural and I was able to rest for about 10 minutes. Then all of a sudden machines around me started beeping, nurses started rushing around and doctors were being called in to see me. I didn’t understand what was going on, they were unable to tell me. Then I heard a doctor say to my husband, “Your son is extremely distressed, his heart beat has gone down 16 beats a minute, we only have 5 minutes to deliver him. We are taking your wife to theater now!”

From that moment on everything was a whirl wind, I wasn’t sure if I was going to ever meet my baby alive as his arm was tangled around his throat inside my womb. For a second, fear started to grasp me, then all of a sudden as I prayed God’s peace overcame me and I knew that this situation was in His hands.

As I arrived in the theater, over ten medical staff were rushing around in a panic trying to work out how to deliver my little boy. One of the staff members were trying to keep Taiyo out of the theatre in case things didn’t work out, to save him from distress. They said “Mr Konda we cannot promise that your son will live, we need you to wait in the other room”. Taiyo then responded “You will not be able to stop me from supporting my wife and being there for her, let me in”. Taiyo walked in, sat down and held my hand. They brought in the Head Doctor and he quickly told me the plan. He said “Mrs Konda, you are going to have to work with us, you will need to push as hard as you can when we say”. They brought out medical instruments to assist in the birthing process. It was the fight of my life, not only for myself but more importantly for the life of a precious little baby.

As I pushed with everything I had, only 2 minutes later Sammy came into the world and was totally healthy. As he was passed to me, a joy and a type of love that I had never experienced entered my heart. Whilst Taiyo and I were quietly celebrating and spending time getting to know our new born son, the surgeon said to Taiyo, “Today you had someone looking after your family, it was a miracle that your son survived. If your wife didn’t have an epidural we would not have had the anesthetic line prepared to of been able to take her to the theater straight away.” Coincidence? I think not!  

God answered our prayer in such a powerful way, sent the right people to work with us and gave us the wisdom we needed. My husband continued to reassure me throughout the whole process that everything was going to be alright and he stood by my side the entire time.
I will always be forever thankful to the midwife who was bold enough to step out and pray with me about receiving an epidural, as it was that prayer that allowed me to lay down my plan and give permission for God to move in a way different to what I thought was best. 

Every morning when I wake up to my son’s smile I am reminded of Isaiah 55:9 – “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.”

In all seasons of life we need to trust God, not to be anxious and know that he has every detail covered as his ways are higher than our ways. As I am two weeks away from giving birth to our second son, I have every reason to be anxious and fearful due to my first experience of labor. However throughout this pregnancy God has put Philippians 4:6 on my heart – “Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.”  

I now know I can enter the next season in trust, knowing that God has heard my prayers and he has every detail covered. God is so good!!!


Reason to Trust #7 [Bek]

Bek WindsorAge: 30 // Favourite Food: I love food in general but meat, the delicious red, thick and oh so juicy kind, would be up the very top. // Dream Job: I’m living it – serving God fulltime overseas. // Current Season: Disgustingly happily married young momma serving God overseas raising a spunky 22 month old with baby number two due in less than a month. // Met Jesus: Christmas Eve on my parent’s bed when I was four (decided what I wanted to do with my life at three though – go figure) // Favourite Verse: Colossians 1:17 – “He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together.”// Instagram: @bekwindsor

I made a decision to give Jesus, the All in All, my life when I was four and I was taught early on all about trust and the importance of trusting in a trustworthy God. When I was young that was super easy. I just don’t know what happened along the way as I ‘grew up’ though. Maybe it’s because of my natural bent for control, independence and general self-reliance (to name a few choice traits that are a work in progress) that haven’t helped me on this journey for complete trust in my Heavenly Father.

God however doesn’t discount us because of our failings and frailties, thank heaven, and He has kept giving me opportunities to place my trust in Him unequivocally. And to resist the urge of ‘helping Him’ along the way.

One of these many opportunities has been learning to trust in Him as the ultimate Provider. I felt a call to serve God overseas when I was a little girl and finally my dream came true when I was 23 and I moved to Vietnam. When I left Australia headed for my new life in Vietnam, I thought the only way I was ever leaving (other than trips to visit family and supporters) was in a pine box.

But God threw me a curve ball, at least in my mind it was because I had a plan and I thought God was behind it and ‘on board’ (ahhhh yes, so arrogant and self-assured). He sent a wonderful guy my way visiting Vietnam on a short term missions trip who was a pastor serving in his local church in a completely different state than I had grown up in. After getting to know each other for a little over a year, it was pretty clear to both of us that this was a God ordained relationship and He had put us together for a reason.

Ahhhh – it sounds so lovely and simple. It got a bit sticky when it came to the practical little details like hmmm… we were living in separate countries – hardly the most ideal start for an upcoming marriage one would observe. It became clear that if we wanted to go to the next level, one of us was going to have to move. At the time I was finishing up my then apprenticeship in missions and if I wanted to continue pursuing this dream, I would need to undertake some Bible College studies and get my credentials etc. So logically, it made sense that I be the one to move. That and the fact God was all over it making sure everything fell into place ready for my arrival.

It sounded simple enough and like a well-laid plan. Yeah no. From the moment I made the decision to move back to Australia, it felt like my world was collapsing around me and I have never felt more lonely or sad in my life.

When I moved, it felt like I was dying to a life-long dream and was being banished to some type of desert or wasteland. It was in this wasteland or desert place, that I was stretched and challenged more than I ever thought possible and I learnt all over again, like a young child, to put my unwavering trust in the One who called me back to Australia and to just learn all that He wanted to teach me in that season.

It’s like He knew me. Imagine that. He knew my tendency towards self-reliance and my love of ‘plans’ and just knew that I was getting too comfortable. He knew I needed to be stretched and have my life shaken up a little bit, or a lot it felt at the time, to teach me to rely on Him and have that infant-like dependence on Him in my most vulnerable moments.

That special season lasted over two years. When I was just about to hit breaking point, God suddenly (He is the God of the ‘suddenly’ isn’t He) resurrected my dream of serving Him overseas fulltime with my husband and within a matter of months, we were moving to Vietnam together. But that’s a whole other story. 


Reason to Trust #6 [Chermayne]

Chermayne GibsonAge: 21 // Favourite Food: Currently sweet chilli philly. // Dream Job: Acting. // Current Season: Single, recent university graduate, part-time relief teaching for a season and taking a bit of ‘me time’. // Met Jesus: When I was 7 years old in my lounge; I literally paused mid-run and invited Him into my heart. Then resumed running. // Favourite Verse: Psalm 73:25 “What else do I have in heaven but You? Since I have You, what else could I want on Earth?”// Instagram: @chermaynegibson 

Christianese (n.): ‘A communicable language within the Christian sub-culture.’

I’m not going to lie; I was tempted to claim that rather savvy definition as my own, but I’ll give credit where credit is due – thanks Google.

Having grown up in a Christian family, I’ve found that you tend to become numb to the terms that surround you in church circles. Recently, this for me was the word trust.

I have just completed my teaching degree in 2013 and made the decision that I would not go in to full time classroom teaching this year. I felt I needed a season of rest and refreshment, a ‘me-time’ season, before doing so. But I also needed to pray about it, just incase it was simply me making emotional decisions. Typical.

So I prayed… No answer.

Kept on praying… No big booming voice.

Continued to pray… No prophetic word from a stranger.

Meanwhile, I ignored God’s whisper in verses such as –

Jeremiah 29:11 – “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”

Proverbs 16:9 – “You may make your plans, but God directs your actions.”

Proverbs 3:5 – “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.”

My fluent Christianese would kick in, thinking that these verses sounded ordinary; dare I say cliché. I had obviously never had to apply this kind of trust before; trust with my uncertain future plans. Around me, friends from university were sending out applications and getting called in for interviews. The stress of competing for jobs seemed so overwhelming I didn’t even want to give it thought. If only I had a dollar for every time I was asked “So what are your plans for next year, if not full time?” And don’t even get me started on my parents.

Closer to the end of the year, my mentor, Hayley, asked me what I felt God saying. Honestly, I just felt an inexplicable sense of peace about this resting season I was coming in to; but of course I didn’t realise that peace is one of the greatest indicators God will use to direct your path. Ideally, I would have loved to teach but did not want to go in to a full-time career straight away. Was I being unreasonable? Possibly. But I felt God say “Leave it to Me…if you trust Me.”

Around Christmas time, I was out shopping with my mum, as you do, when I happened to bump in to a teacher from my church that I had done part of my work experience with during my first year of study. My church runs a multi-campus school from kindergarten age to college, and this teacher had just moved in to a new full-time position there. We caught up on the past 3 years in all of 3 minutes, and of course she asked the million-dollar question – “So what are your plans for next year, if not full time?” Long story short, she made me email her my CV so that she could hand it in for her old part-time relief position with a good word. A month later, I received a phone call from the school office and signed my contract that same day. How’s that for divine appointment. #Christianese

Looking back now, I’d have to be blind not to see God’s fingerprints all over my life. A good friend of mine sent me this quote – ‘God is so secure in His sovereignty that He is not afraid to appear un-sovereign.

The Christianese-to-English translation: God is so in control that He is not threatened by us thinking He isn’t in control.

The Christianese-to-Chermayne translation: God knew what He had planned for my future and He is secure enough to allow me to doubt; secure enough with me simply having to trust.


Reason to Trust #5 [Roxane]

Roxane McArdleAge:  50…just! // Favourite Food: My mum’s cooking! // Dream Job: Paid to stay home so I can visit friends and volunteer in hospitals. // Current Season: In transition – season of trust! // Met Jesus:  7th May 1974, Ridgehaven AOG, Adelaide (powerful night!) // Favourite Verse:  Most of the Psalms and Proverbs but if I can only pick one, for this season right now is: Psalm 37:25 – “ Once I was young, and now I am old Yet I have NEVER seen the godly abandoned or their children begging for bread.” // Instagram: @mcardlerox // Website:

When I was asked to be a contributor, I was firstly surprised, followed by “aww..that’s so sweet of her to ask me”, to ‘Hey God are you in this?” and now I’m excited! Interestingly enough is always the ‘timing’. I was recently saying to a GF (that’s Girlfriend, not Gluten Free by the way!), that being at home again (story to come), I’ve emailed a couple of journalists in response to their articles and my GF said that I should maybe think about doing a blog and I said I wouldn’t know how to start…. coincidence???.. I think not! 

Our family has lived a life of trust. You don’t get to 50 without a few well-worn roads of curve balls and challenges thrown at you where you are forced to throw yourself before the Lord and say “OK God, just trusting you with this one!”

My gifting and passion is worship and worship leading. I just love getting on my keyboard and closing my eyes and just worshipping Him. I’ve been doing that since I was about 15 so, there’s a lot of songs, choruses and hymns stored in there to draw from!  Have you noticed how ‘easy’ it is to sing, “Give thanks with a grateful heart”, “I surrender all”, “Lord use me, send me”, “Christ is enough for me” and the list goes on… You know them, you’ve sung them…and we mean it too hey?

In December 2013, school was winding up and I was called in to a meeting with the Principal and the Business Manager. This wasn’t unusual as we met regularly throughout the year to see how Tuckshop (or Canteen if you’re from down south!) was faring. I knew we had to make some changes in the New Year and so I had my ideas ready to share in that meeting.

By the time I left, my role that I operated in for 10 years was made redundant.

An offer to stay on with the company that the College outsourced to, with the same hours and position but no longer as a staff member of a school I loved being a part of, was put before me, but funnily enough I felt that was just not an option.

I felt peaceful that He would provide. The redundancy was like the Lord saying to me that my time was finished. My girls were no longer at the school and I was happy to continue there, except that during my youngest daughters last year, I had felt a shift happening in my spirit that there was a change coming. I stayed an extra year because nothing looked like it was changing and had a fantastic year not knowing that by the end of it, I would be sitting here… applying for job after job!

It’s now been almost 4 months and as I look at our funds depleting, rather quickly I might add, I have to keep reminding myself of not only that scripture in Psalms but of the many financial miracles that have occurred in our lives – where God miraculously provided at the 11th hour. He seems to like that doesn’t’ He?

I got up one morning 4 weeks ago, looked at my bank balance and literally whispered to the Lord “OK Lord, there’s enough left of my redundancy for another 2 weeks rent. I’m choosing to trust You.”

I went to the computer to apply for more jobs and half an hour later my husband calls out and asks me what all this money is in my account? When I looked at the balance there was a back payment of over $5,000 put in there from Centrelink for Family Tax Payment! I haven’t had anything from them for years! Coincidence again… I think not!

With my husband, who’s a Tradie, not having had much work either, he was asked two weeks ago “at the last minute” to do a job driving a bus for a Scripture Union Camp for a week – he had JUST got his licence. Another coincidence? Mmm…

So, yes girls, God can be trusted. This is only one of myriads of miracles where God has stepped in and provided at the right time.  I’m still not working and my husband still hasn’t got anything fulltime, but the Lord can be trusted, and in the midst of a slight panic – I feel at peace.

“Abraham believed God and God counted him as righteous because of his faith”. Romans 4:3 (NLT)


Reason to Trust #4 [Francine]

Francine HuntAge: 52 // Favourite Food: Thai, liquorice // Dream Job: anything thing to do with having coffee and talking to people. Pretty much what I am doing now. // Current Season: Full on. Running a church, state leadership (Queensland Christian Women), being a mum and grandma. // Met Jesus: 1979 // Favourite Verse: Romans 8:1 – “There is therefore no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.” // Related: Mother of Aleesha // Web: // Instagram: @francine_hunt 

Earlier this year my husband and I took 4 weeks holiday. We have never in our thirty one years of married life taken that much time away in one go. That holiday included a 12 day trip to Bali. We ate, slept, read and just lounged around on deck chairs at the beach most of the time. The biggest decision we had to make was where we would be eating dinner that night! On our return to the real world, and back in church that Sunday,  I was still in holiday mode without a care in the world.

On that first Sunday back  I received a message  from a lady requesting that I do the funeral of her sister, a young woman who died from cancer just the night before.

For some, that is no big deal, for me I felt sick in the stomach.

Firstly because I have never done a funeral before – “I can’t do it!”, and secondly I couldn’t pass it on to any of our staff, as this lady and I had been on the journey together.

John (my husband) said to me, “You cant say no.”

I was completely overwhelmed because there was no way of getting out of this. Panic set into the serene demeanour I had only moments earlier.

The next morning I was out walking and talking to God about my ‘problem,’ and  He said, “I have blessed your life so that you can be a blessing to others.”

This made me think about everything God has given me and how my life can be used to bless others for His glory. The fear of standing at the graveside and having the ‘right things’ to say with a group of grieving relatives now became a privilege. Not only was it a privilege but it pushed me to grow in another area of my ministry.

Jesus gave His life for me, He has freed me from sin and death.

All the years of church life and what I have learned from His word and doing life with so many people, I need to share. What I take for granted is not the ‘norm’ for so many. I live a blessed life.


Reason to Trust #3 [Laynie]

Laynie SajiAge: 19 // Favourite Food: Moroccan Chickpea Salad // Dream Job: I’ll get back to you on that one… // Current Season: Dating my best friend, trying to get better at cooking… // Met Jesus: Personally at the age of 16 // Favourite Verse: Luke 12:28 – “If God gives such attention to the wild flowers, most of them never even seen, don’t you think he’ll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you?” Instagram: @lalalaynie

I went to Summercamp at the beginning of January 2013 completely filled with doubt and unsureness in myself and my abilities. I was trying to decide whether I should go to university that year or perhaps take a gap year or to even move away. I had been carrying this concern for months so it’s safe to say that by the time I got to camp, I was a wreck. While everyone around me told me ”it will all work out,” I needed God, I needed my father.

As each session went by at camp and people around me had revelations and amazing ‘God moments,’ I was still unsure and became increasingly worried. I felt God say ‘trust me, Laynie’ but I was afraid of what the future held. The guest speaker told us to remain expectant.

On the encounter night the speaker went around the room and the presence of the Spirit was tangible. I was highly doubtful he would have a word for me so I waited right at the back until the speaker had seen everyone. When he came up to me and laid his hand on me I was immediately overwhelmed with Gods touch. The only words the speaker said to me were “Jesus wants you to stop worrying.”

That night I checked my emails and I had received my university acceptance. I was speechless. I will remember this night for the rest of my life.

I left camp with “trust me” inked on my heart and constantly on my mind.

Since then I have come to realize that God cares about me personally. I am not just part of the 7 billion people who live in this world. I am specifically loved, specifically chosen and specifically gifted.

If God gives such attention to wild flowers most of which are never seen, I can only imagine the attention he constantly gives me and I will thank Him everyday for the rest of my life for this.


Reason to Trust #2 [Aleesha]

Aleesha PriceAge: 26 // Favourite Food: Gingernut Biscuits // Dream Job: Right now? Being a mum.  // Current Season: wife, mum, student, blogger. // Met Jesus: At Sunday School when I was four, my Uncle was the ‘guest speaker’ and my friend and I thought it would be fun if we both went down the front. // Favourite Verse: Jeremiah 5:22 –  I, the LORD, am the one who defines the ocean’s sandy shoreline, an everlasting boundary that the waters cannot cross. The waves may toss and roar, but they can never pass the bounds I set. // Related: Daughter of Francine // Blog: // Instagram: @aleeshaprice

When I was a kid I walked on my tippy toes. Not like in a cute way, as in I walked with a limp like a baby horse. It wasn’t cool, it didn’t make me any friends and it earned me the most terrible nicknames, a huge complex, and a target on my back to any potential primary school bullies. 

I couldn’t run, and when I did I essentially galloped, most times resulting in a dislocated knee-cap and ten minutes on the ground reeling in pain, at least weekly. I had my first knee reconstruction when I was four which didn’t work but left me with a scar the width of my entire knee that they re-opened and had another whack at when I was nine years old. I undid all of the work of the second surgery by sneaking out on Sunday School camp and slipping on a big puddle of water. 

I was finally old enough to graduate primary school and the incessant nastiness that it provided to make my way in to high school. Our family went on a road-trip from Brisbane to Melbourne the year between year seven and year eight and we stayed in caravan parks along the way. I remember one night sobbing myself to sleep in fear that the next five years of high-school I would have the same labels like peg-leg and limpy that I’d worn for the last seven. 

There’s not a lot of aninimity in a caravan and my whole family knew my fear. Mum talked me through it and I faced year eight with a unperpetuated nervousness thanks to the best friends in the world. 

As a pastor’s kid every guest preacher would have a go at praying for my healing. By age fifteen I had started to give up hope of ever being one of those people with a testimony that they play on high-light reels of healing crusades and found out I needed another knee reconstruction anyway. 

A well meaning lady at church camp came up to me the week before my surgery and told me some bizarre story about how she nearly died on the operating table when she had to have her hip replaced, and no matter what would happen to me the Lord would be there.  Brilliant. The Lord had clearly had no time for my petty knee problems for the last fifteen years, so he was going to let me come close to death before he pulled one out of the bag? It was hard not to become cynical at this point. 

I had the surgery and it worked. I wore screws in my leg for the following twelve months and  now have probably about eighty percent functionality. It’s not 100% and I don’t know why, but God does. My scars are huge but for some reason I trusted God’s judgement. He had the omnipotent power to heal me, to create me whole in my mother’s womb but He didn’t. I don’t understand why, but maybe it has opened doors without me knowing. I suppose that has taught me trust God and his judgement even if I can’t understand why things are happening. 

Fast forward ten years and I was walking down the aisle to my best buddy and dream guy. I remember him saying when we were dating that in his job we would have to move a lot. I suppose I hadn’t really expected as much as we have, and in the last four years we’ve lived in three different countries, five different cities, I had a baby while we were overseas (for four months) and moved with a six week old. I always have prayed before we have left and carry Deuteronomy 31:8 “The LORD himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.” with me. 

He has never forsaken me. Even in the times when I’ve felt confused He’s been there and reminded me of his great love through planting the right people around me at the right times. Maybe the lesson in coping with my leg was resilience, maybe it was to trust despite circumstances I can’t understand. Whatever it was I believe that his overarching purpose  has been to teach me to trust him, no matter what. 


Reason to Trust #1 [Deborah]

DeborahAge: 28 // Favourite Food: My home made 12 hour lamb. // Dream Job: Event Manager, Singer, Wife, Mum, Traveller, Prime Minister, Professional Pinterester, Philanthropist… Yet to be decided. // Current Season: Single in a world full of “married with kids”, working fulltime, great friends, I love my sleep. // Met Jesus: At 5 years old, around our kitchen table. // Favourite Verse: Psalm 27:8 – My heart has heard You say “Come and talk with me” and my heart responds “Lord I am coming.” // Blog: // Instagram: @deborahmichellestanton

I was 18 years old, sitting in my bed, crying my eyes out.

I had grown up as a pastor’s kid in Australia, loving God, loving church, loving life. I had been 17, finishing high school and had comfortably planned my next few years when I felt God speak to me about moving to overseas, instead of moving cities to do bible college.

Which was fine. I could do that. I trusted God. I sung songs about trusting God. My favourite verse was “Trust in The Lord with all of your heart…” My calling was beginning. I totally had this nailed.

Fast forward a year and there I sat, overseas, in my bed crying. I was alone. So alone. In a country I had been in for 6 days, in my new room, in my new house, with people I had just met properly in person for the first time that day. I had enough money in my account to call a taxi to the airport and book a flight back home that night. This did not feel like what I thought it was going to feel like. I was terrified. I was overwhelmed. I was freaking out.

So I did what every 18 year old, who had just moved countries to step into the call of God, did – I called my parents.

They had people over for dinner, so were taking turns making jokes, reassuring me and trying to distract me from my overwhelming sense of “what have I done?”

The phone call came to an end, I was still crying. I could hear the people I now lived with in the kitchen and I had NO IDEA what they were talking about, cause I didn’t know them. Just that they were a nice Christian family, who had a room for a girl, who had just joined the church.

And so came the crunch time. I grabbed my Message bible which was next to my bed and in a moment of “God I need you to speak to me now, or I am not going to be able to keep breathing,” I did the faithful “Flick and Pick.” (Open bible at random and hope where your eyes land on the page, is the verse for you.)

And here’s what I opened to:

Psalm 45:11





So I threw my bible against the wall. Jokes

In my absolute panic, fear and loneliness, God spoke.

He addressed me as daughter.

He spoke directly to my circumstances.

And He turned my eyes back onto Him.

My situation did not change. It still took a long time, and many more tears to connect with people and really feel at home in my new surroundings. But in that moment, He calmed my fears and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that GOD KNEW and that GOD WAS WITH ME, and that HE WAS WORTH TRUSTING.