I said yes to God and walked straight into the hardest season of my life.
He had called me to pioneer something for Him. And I went. Surrendered, expectant, ready. I thought obedience would feel like open skies and favor. What it felt like instead was spiritual warfare that I didn't have a name for yet. Every day I showed up determined for things to turn around — and every day I came home hollowed out. Attacked by the very people I was trying to serve. Day after day I felt like I was going under, and I begged God to pull me out.
But, He didn't pull me out. What He did was something better.
Look for Me. I'm there — right in the middle of it. Find Me.
That was God's answer to my plea. There was no rescue in the traditional sense. Just an invitation to look. My pastor had preached it as wisdom for calmer days — collect the miracles now, build the boat before the storm comes. But I was already underwater. And God was telling me to start building anyway.
So I did. I made it my one daily mission to find God somewhere in the chaos, in the pain. Not in the dramatic or the obvious. But, in the small. The sun on my face during a cold spring morning. A moment of unexpected kindness. A whisper of peace in the middle of a hard afternoon.
It was there — in the challenge — that God showed Himself. Never in flashy ways. But always in the small, easy to miss ways. Every day, He showed up.
Slowly, everything inside me began to change. Not because the storm stopped, because it didn't. The pain was still real. The hard was still hard. But something in me was no longer drowning. Joy crept back. Gratitude returned. I slowly began breathing again. Not because my circumstances changed, but because I had found the One who was holding me inside them.
Finding God every day didn't change my situation. It changed me.
Collecting Miracles is the journal that was born in that season. It is the practice of training your eyes to see God in the ordinary — the small, the quiet, the easy-to-miss. It is a lifeboat. And the beautiful thing about a lifeboat is that it works whether you're building it now in calm water, or desperately nailing it together while waves crash over the sides.
Wherever you are — start looking. He's already there. He always has been. You just need eyes to see Him.
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Collecting Miracles was written by a woman who learned to look for God in the dark — and found Him every single time. It's His invitation to you to do the same.
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