You Were Carried

There are seasons in life where everything that could shake you… does.

Plans shift. Expectations unravel. Things happen you didn’t see coming. And yet — somehow — you’re still here.

Still standing.
Still breathing.
Still believing.

That’s not accidental.

It’s easy to call it strength. But what if it was support? What if, in ways you couldn’t see, you were being carried?

Sometimes God doesn’t remove the storm — He simply refuses to let you fall in it. You may not have moved as quickly as you hoped. You may have felt suspended between what was and what’s next. But you weren’t dropped.

You were held.

The doors that didn’t open.
The things that didn’t collapse the way they could have.
The timing that didn’t make sense.

What if that wasn’t delay — but protection?

There’s a kind of love that shields you so completely that nothing gets in unless it’s allowed, and nothing slips out before it’s ready. It may have felt like stillness. It may have felt like waiting. But it was preservation.

You weren’t stuck.
You weren’t forgotten.
You were covered.

And when you look back, you may begin to see it — the moments you should have broken but didn’t. The places you should have fallen but stayed upright.

That wasn’t luck.

That was grace carrying you through it all.

So if this season feels uncertain, don’t rush to label it a setback. You may be more supported than you realize.

You didn’t make it here alone.

You were carried.