Eternity Series: Choosing Trust Over Fear in Life's Toughest Moments

Hi Fam!

Okay, real talk—I had no idea what this blog post would be about until just a week before it was scheduled to go live . . .

Life has a funny way of teaching us things right in the middle of chaos. And sometimes those moments either pull us away from God… or draw us closer than ever. This week was one of those moments. I wasn’t planning to share this, but I felt like I had to. So if you’re here, thank you. Let’s just jump right in.

When Everything Changed (Quickly)

Two days ago, my husband mentioned he wasn’t feeling well. At first, it seemed like a typical off day—nothing out of the ordinary. But this time, there was something different about it. Not necessarily more severe or obvious—just subtly, unmistakably different.

By some miracle, I convinced him to go to the Minute Clinic after work. (If you know Bailey, you know that alone is a win. He’s not the type to run to the doctor unless something really hurts.) And even after I convinced him, I lowkey thought he’d cancel. Like, in my mind I was already prepping for him to say, “It’s fine. I’m just gonna rest.” But thank God—literally, thank God—he went.

The Call I Didn't Expect

I was working from home during his appointment, so clearly I wasn’t that concerned. I figured he’d get some meds and come home. Simple. Then he calls me.

“Hey… so, they told me I need someone to drive me to the hospital.”

Wait—what?

He said it so casually too, like they were just being extra careful. Neither of us thought it was serious. We assumed he’d go, get checked, and be out in a couple hours.

Spoiler alert: it was not that simple.

We get to the hospital, check in, wait a bit, and then a nurse walks in like: “Alright, sir. We need to get you ready for surgery. You’ll be going to Pre-Op. Get changed into your gown and follow me.”

Hold up. Surgery?! Pre-op?! We went from a quick check-up to emergency surgery in what felt like seconds. I was stunned. Bailey looked just as shocked as I felt.

But everything happened so fast from that point on. The nurses and doctors were kind, professional, and totally prepared. I met the surgical team, and they gave us all the info. I trusted them—but I can’t lie…

I was scared. Really scared.

One wrong move… one complication… could’ve changed everything. I didn’t want to think that way, but my brain went there. So I prayed. I cried a little. I kissed my husband goodbye before they wheeled him away.

And then the waiting began.

Waiting... and Trusting Anyway

We knew it was going to be an overnight stay, so my amazing mother-in-law brought all the hospital essentials. We waited together—trying to distract ourselves with a TV show on my laptop. But nothing really takes your mind off of something like that.

Finally, I got the call: The surgery was a success.

And I just sat there in quiet relief. Praise God.

Why I’m Telling You This

I’m not telling you this to get sympathy or to be dramatic—I’m sharing this because there’s something really important I want you to hear:

When life gets scary, the easiest thing to do is to run away from God. But that’s actually the worst thing you can do.

Don’t run from Him—run to Him. Don’t turn your face away—look straight at Him. Don’t close your heart—open it wide, and let Him comfort you.

In those hours of waiting, I could’ve spiraled. I could’ve let fear take over. But instead, I just kept choosing to trust in God.

Not because I wasn’t afraid—but because I knew that even in fear, He was still good. He was still in control. He still had Bailey in His hands.

An Update and a Prayer Request

For those of you wondering—Bailey is now recovering well and has already been discharged! If you have a moment, please say a little prayer for full healing and no complications when we revisit for his checkup. We would be so grateful!

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Let’s Talk—Discussion Question

This one’s personal, so take your time. Whether you write it down or just think about it quietly, give yourself the space to be honest.

This week’s question is:What do you usually do when life gets scary—do you run to God, or pull away? And what would it look like to choose trust instead of fear?