Dear blooming partners,
For the first time, I find myself struggling to find the right words, what I have is more feeling than language. But I’ll try.
I have just had the best 11 days of my life. I feel rested. And even though I haven’t felt goosebumps or emotional highs during prayer or worship, I feel something deeper like I’m resting my head on ABBA’s chest.
Eleven days ago, I resigned from my job. No new job. No plan. I simply could no longer ignore the emptiness, the distance I felt. Sometime last year, I began to feel tired, deeply exhausted and it started to affect my spiritual life. I was still praying, still showing up, but I knew something in me had shifted.
In January, I sensed the Lord asking for my Isaac. In my case, my Isaac was my job. That was all the courage and confirmation I needed. I typed my resignation letter and submitted it. What next? I had no idea. I gave three months’ notice, and those three months felt like forever.
I told people I was simply going to sleep and rest until the next school session in September. I was praying for direction but wasn’t receiving anything clear so I settled in my heart: God is calling me to rest.
In March, I fell ill and was forced to rest. During one of those quiet days, the story of Abraham came to mind how God asked him for Isaac, and Abraham was fully prepared to obey. But God stopped him and opened his eyes to the ram He had already provided. And the Lord spoke to me: “If I am asking for your Isaac, know that I have already provided the ram.”
Honestly, I expected Him to say, “You’ve obeyed now stay on your job.” Jokes on me.
Instead, the urge to leave only grew stronger. And so my last day came. I packed my things and went back to my parents’ house.
Coming home felt like the prodigal son returning to the Father a quiet surrender, a coming back to the place of intimacy. That is why I say these have been the best 11 days of my life. A deep sense of fulfilment settled over me. The longing for more of God returned.
And it became clear: this is the better thing. This is the ram the Lord provided in exchange for the sacrifice — Rest. Because in the end,the ram was not just provision, it was an invitation…back to Him.
God showed me afresh that He is my source.
As I write, I’m reminded of the Samaritan woman at the well a woman who had gone from one person to the next, still thirsty, still searching, still unsatisfied. Until she met Jesus. She sat with Him, spent time with Him, and everything changed. He showed her what true worship looks like not a ritual or a location, but a heart fully surrendered to Him. And after that encounter, she became an evangelist. She ran to tell others, “Come and see.”
But notice, it was sitting with Jesus first, before she went anywhere.
Jesus asked her for a drink at the well. The drink He was asking for was her worship, her intimacy, her devotion. We drink from Him, and He drinks from us. He is our source, and our hearts will never find lasting satisfaction in anything the earth offers. So if your job, your children, your family or even your work for God is quietly crowding out your devotion to God, it may be time to take a Sabbath.
“WAIT and listen, everyone who is thirsty! Come to the waters… Why do you spend your money for that which is not bread, and your earnings for what does not satisfy? Hearken diligently to Me, and eat what is good, and let your soul delight itself in fatness… Incline your ear and come to Me; hear, and your soul will revive.”
— Isaiah 55:1–3 AMPC
“In returning to Me and resting in Me you shall be saved; in quietness and in trusting confidence shall be your strength.”
— Isaiah 30:15 AMPC
This was the scripture the Lord gave me at the beginning of the year. It didn’t make full sense then. It does now. In quietness and rest is my strength.
Yours may not look like quitting your job, the Lord knows each of us and leads us differently. But the invitation is the same for all of us: return to the place of intimacy. There was a way you were with God before life got loud. Before the busyness, the demands, the weariness. He is not far. He is still at the well, still asking for a drink, still offering living water in return.
Don’t do life winging it. Don’t live like someone who has no Father, no Home. You have a Father. You have a Bridegroom. You have a Home and it is Him. Come back.
I have had the best 11 days of my adult life and I know with full confidence that the best is still ahead, not because everything is figured out, but because I have found my way back to the One who holds it all. There is a rest that restores. There is a stillness that speaks. And there is a Father who has been waiting, arms open, for you to come and simply be with Him.
And if you’re reading this and something in your heart is stirring,this might be your invitation too.
Come sit with Him again.
Come to the well. Drink.
With love always,
Your blooming partner
The Lord’s storyteller 🤍