it's happening.

Some friends and I met up on Sunday to celebrate what we’ve seen God do this year and to share about the things we’re grateful for. We went around and listed out big life events and small moments where we’ve seen the evidence of what God is (and has been) doing. It built my faith up so much to hear one thing after another – because God is moving. It’s good to remember. To call it out.

But the thing that got me was how it wasn’t just a highlight reel. We couldn’t talk about what God had done without talking about what He had done in us. Because the things God does aren’t isolated events, they’re things that mark progress, perseverance, overcoming, and learning more about who God is.

The miracle isn’t just an outcome, it’s who you become as it unfolds.

This year, I didn’t just move into a new house or meet my new niece or get a new job. I went deeper into the presence of God. I learned how to hear His voice, what it looks like to respond to His promptings – to wait on His mark, and how to trust Him wholeheartedly (like without having a backup plan just in case).

I’m not perfect at it, obviously. I’m still learning. But when I look back on what I’ve seen God do this year, I think about the small, everyday moments when I said yes to God, even when I felt sad or scared or disappointed.

When I declared, “I believe You, God,” even when I wasn’t sure that I really did.
When I packed my things into boxes without knowing if I was moving.
When I said goodbye to my sister, one day past her due date, and drove 400 miles away, not knowing if I’d make it back in time to be there when my niece was born.
When I felt released from my job and decided to look for other options, not really knowing if it was God telling me to go or just me feeling ready to quit.

Every detail fell into place, and I’m in awe of what I’ve seen God do. But I think what really gets me is how these things weren’t just handed to me. I co-labored for them. I may have a new house or a new niece or a new job, but what’s really new is me. The real miracle is what happened in me, not just for me.

Little by little, day by day – on days just like today, when it seemed like just another Thursday – I kept going. And what I realized on Sunday is how much it is never just another Thursday.

It’s happening – even now. Even on a Thursday.

You might not be able to see it yet. You might not be able to point to something and say, “Look what God did.” But you will. And when you do, you’ll see how it didn’t just suddenly snap into place – it was happening all along.

Keep going. Don’t give up. Don’t lose hope.

The power of God is in you, even on a Thursday.