16/06/2025
I recently realized that God truly answers prayers—in His perfect time.
For a while now, I’ve been thinking about moving out of the home I’ve been renting for over 10 years. I told myself, “Before Zia starts school this year, we should have already moved.”
We searched everywhere in our preferred areas and even posted on social media, but we couldn’t find anything. That’s when I thought, maybe it just isn’t the right time. I was already dealing with heartbreak and mental exhaustion, and honestly, moving out also felt like a way to escape.
If there were an award for “Best in Walking Away,” I’d probably be the top nominee. My signature line whenever things get overwhelming is, “You won’t see me anymore.” But God moves in mysterious ways. After my brother went above and beyond to help me find a new place for me and my kids—with no luck—something unexpected happened. The very next day, I got news that a unit had just become available in the exact area I wanted to settle in. So, just like that—pak!—I messaged the landlord right away, and we signed the contract!
At the same time, I was juggling all these errands, searching for a job as a backup plan, and quietly dealing with my mental health struggles. I chose not to fight for certain things anymore and decided to walk away, especially since the person involved didn’t want to deal with me either. But deep down, I knew I still had some fight left in me.
After weeks of pushing through without breaking down, I was ready to say goodbye and close that chapter of my life—whatever that chapter may be. But just as I was preparing to finally let go, I broke down. And in that moment, I realized maybe I haven’t really been trying hard enough to fix things. So I decided to try one last time. I reached out—not for drama, not to beg—but to have what I thought would be a final conversation. I didn’t want to look back someday and blame myself for not trying. My heart was shattered. I prayed before typing. I paused, doubted, hesitated… but somehow, I still hit send.
I expected no reply. I thought, “This is it. I’m signing off from this role I’ve played for over 12 years. I’m removing the hat I’ve worn for more than half my life.” But then—God showed up. I wasn’t even checking my phone, but when I finally glanced at it, Messenger was already open. There were two replies.
And just like that, God saved what we had been trying to save our whole lives.
Life has a way of breaking you just enough to bend you back toward what truly matters. And sometimes, just when you think you’ve reached the end—God hands you a new beginning, wrapped in grace, in timing only He could orchestrate.
