When God Whispers a Promise (And You Keep Saying Yes)

Seven years ago, in 2019, I felt the Lord whisper something to my heart:

“You will write a book and a ministry will be born from it.”

At the time, I had no roadmap. No publishing plan. No strategy deck. Just a quiet nudge and a simple invitation to obey. And so I did the only thing I knew how to do — I started saying yes.

Yes to early mornings. Yes to writing when no one was reading. Yes to refining and rewriting. Yes to surrender when I didn’t see the full picture.

This last year, especially, has been one of the hardest of my life. There were moments I questioned myself. Moments I wondered if I had heard God clearly. Moments that felt like pruning more than progress.

But here’s what I’m seeing now: God was constructing something far beyond what I could see.

It’s not just the book or a ministry. It’s a message from my heart born from lived experience.

The Heart Behind A Pace of Grace

A Pace of Grace: Steady Your Spirit When Life Gets Messy was not written from a place of having it all figured out but written in that messy middle. In the tension between a full calendar and a worn out spirit. Knowing there is more to this life in Christ than what I was living. It was written in the wrestling of identity and in the quiet spaces where God gently reminds us who we are.

This book is:

• Rooted identity — knowing you are a daughter before you are anything else
• Stillness in a noisy world
• Letting go of hustle and embracing grace
• Finding joy in ordinary moments
• Choosing obedience when the outcome is unclear
• Building real, life-giving community

It is an invitation to slow down enough to hear God’s voice. It is trading anxiety for God’s steadiness.
It is a place to focus on Jesus’ pace that’s shaped by grace instead of cultural pressures. And it’s a reminder to remember that messy seasons are not wasted ones.

The Obedience Before the Outcome

What excites me most this week isn’t that a book is releasing, it’s that God continues to keep His promises.

A vision He gave me in 2019, is finally coming to fruition. 7 years later… And through it all, He sustained me. Through seasons of uncertainty, He sustained me. He refined the message through real life — through motherhood, ministry shifts, disappointment, healing, and joy.

I did not muscle this message into existence. I showed up when I didn’t think I had it in me. I listened. I followed. I surrendered. I obeyed. And He built it!

When I didn’t know how it would come together, He told me the next thing. When I had no idea what to write, I would hear the gentle nudge of “write that down”. I’m in awe of how He used me in this. A simple yes — That alone feels like a miracle.

My Prayer for You

If you are in a season that feels messy…
If you feel stretched thin but still know you are called…
If you are tired of striving and ready to breathe again…

This book is for you.

My prayer is that when you hold these pages, you feel seen.
That your shoulders relax.
That your spirit steadies.
That you are reminded you are rooted in Christ — and from that place, you can radiate His beauty.

A Pace of Grace releases Tuesday, and I could not be more grateful for the journey that brought it here.

If you’d like to learn more or grab your copy, you can find all the details here:
A Pace of Grace - Steady Your Spirit When Life Gets Messy

Thank you for being part of this story. Truly.

Love & Blessings,

Heather 🤍

Rooted in Christ. Radiating His beauty. 🌻

Healing Isn’t Linear: Redeeming a Day I Once Dreaded

Healing isn’t linear.

It doesn’t move in neat, forward-facing lines. It loops and circles back. It surprises you in ordinary moments. And sometimes, grief hits differently depending on the season you’re in.

On February 13, 2001, my grandma passed away.

I was in sixth grade, getting ready for our Valentine’s Day party at school. At the time, I loved Valentine’s Day. I loved the pink cards, the candy hearts, the joy of it all. But that day changed everything for me… in more ways than one.

For years afterward, Valentine’s Day wasn’t sweet. It was left as a reminder of my broken heart. A day that carried sorrow instead of the excitement it once had. Grief has a way of attaching itself to dates on a calendar, right? Even when life keeps moving, those dates can stop you in your tracks.

Over time, I found myself caring less about the holiday. It just didn’t feel important anymore.

But healing has a way of showing up in unexpected places.

When I started dating my husband, he made it a point to get me flowers every Valentine’s Day. I love flowers. Always have. But it wasn’t just about the bouquet. It was about the consistency. The way he honored something that had become complicated for me.

His steady love began healing something in me that I didn’t even realize still needed healing.

Later, when we found out we were pregnant with our first child (a girl), I shared a memory from my childhood that meant so much to me. Every Valentine’s Day, my dad would get my mom flowers… and he would get me flowers too. It was a sweet reminder that I had a dad that loved me and thought of me, even when he didn’t have to… since he married my mom when I was 6 years old.

My husband loved that tradition immediately. He has carried it on for our girls ever since. He is such a gift as a girl dad. Watching him hand them flowers each year feels like watching legacy unfold in real time.

And then came another layer of redemption.

I began something that started small as a galentines tea. It has now become Galentine’s Day Brunch and my girls look forward to it each year. This has offered a sweet redemption to January 13th, a date that used to make me curl up in a blanket and wait for the day to pass.

Every year, I set the table with intention. I set & decorate the table. I prepare the food. I set out a special game or craft. And as I do, I feel something holy happening in the chaos of my kitchen.

What was once a day I dreaded has become a day I prepare for with joy.

Fifteen years later, here I am — setting a table on a date that once marked heartbreak.

Healing isn’t linear.

Sometimes it looks like tears.
Sometimes it looks like flowers.
Sometimes it looks like a beautifully set table filled with little girls laughing.

God is so kind in the way He redeems our stories. He doesn’t erase the loss. He doesn’t pretend the grief didn’t happen. But He weaves beauty into it. He plants new memories where old pain used to live.

If you’re carrying a date that feels heavy, I want you to know this:

Redemption is possible.

It may take time. It may take new traditions. It may take brave love and gentle consistency.

But what once held sorrow can, by God’s grace, hold sweetness again.

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A Gentle Prayer

Father,
You see the dates on our calendar that still ache.
You know the memories that feel tender and unresolved.

Would You meet us there?
Would You begin weaving beauty where grief once settled?
Give us courage to create new rhythms, to open our hearts again,
and to trust that You are still redeeming every part of our story.

Amen.

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Soft Call to Action

If this resonates with you, you may also love my upcoming book, A Pace of Grace: Steadying Your Spirit When Life Is Messy. It’s an invitation to slow down, anchor your identity in Christ, and find peace even in the places that once felt painful.

You can learn more here → https://amzn.to/4kAPTiU

When the Outcome Isn’t What You Expected

You obeyed.
You prayed.
You trusted.
And then… it didn’t turn out the way you imagined.

What do you do when obedience doesn’t lead to the outcome you hoped for?

Maybe the ministry didn’t grow.
Maybe the relationship didn’t heal.
Maybe the opportunity closed.
Maybe you felt alone in your yes.

It’s in these moments we find out what our obedience was really rooted in.

“Obedience is not a transaction; it’s a transformation. God isn’t after results. He’s after your heart.”
– A Pace of Grace, Chapter 5

Sometimes we obey hoping it will produce something visible—something we can measure. But God is often doing something invisible.
Something eternal.

He’s forming you.
Training your trust.
Building your endurance.
And teaching you how to walk by faith, not by outcome.

“God isn’t only working through your obedience—He’s working in you as you obey.”

The fruit may not look like what you expected.
But that doesn’t mean your yes was wasted.

You never know what God is protecting you from, preparing you for, or producing behind the scenes.

So don’t let a disappointing outcome convince you that God didn’t move.
He did.
He is.
And He will.

Because obedience that honors Him always bears fruit.
Even if it takes a while to see.

Reflect + Respond:

• Has obedience ever led you somewhere unexpected?

• What did you learn about God—or about yourself—in that process?

Don’t measure the worth of your obedience by the size of the outcome.
Measure it by the nearness of your Savior.

Scripture for the Week:

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight.”
—Proverbs 3:5–6 (NIV)

💛 From the Pages of A Pace of Grace

This post wraps up our August Called series, inspired by Chapter 5 of my upcoming book, A Pace of Grace.
Because grace doesn’t always show up in the result—
Sometimes, it shows up in the middle of your yes.

Coming February 2026 from Leafwood Publishers.