Even when it feels like it won’t be okay, it will.

As firm as I am in my faith, that doesn’t mean it never gets shaken. Sometimes my anxiety gets the better of me and I temporarily forget to give it to Him.

That’s usually when I get hit over the head with that all-too-famous frying pan — IFYKYK 😗

On Saturday, my husband and I had a two-hour drive up to Wisconsin to visit my in-laws, and during that drive, we had one of our famous talks — the kind that leaves you thinking for days afterward.

We talked about how, when we look back at all the pieces of our lives, there’s just no way that where we are now isn’t a God thing.

That led us into a conversation about purpose.

I know I’m here for one. After everything I endured with my cancer, there’s no logical explanation for my survival — except Him.

I’m still marinating in everything that stirred up, but I know that talk mattered.

Then came Sunday — and I found myself on the mental struggle bus. I forgot everything we’d just talked about the day before. My heart felt heavy, anxious, and defeated.

Little man noticed, of course. He always does. He didn’t say much — just got extra snuggly and helped me make it through the day.

Fast forward to Monday morning- and during this morning car ride to school we end up having one of our epic little car conversations (it’s amazing what a seven-minute drive to school can do for your soul), he asked why I’d been upset.

I told him, “Momma was anxious, but it’s okay because sometimes that happens.”

He looked at me and said, “Momma, no reason to be anxious. He’s got you.”

Then he asked me to play one of his favorite songs — Rescue by Lauren Daigle. When it finished, he said, “See, Momma? He will rescue you, and so will I.”

I just smiled.

Next, he wanted For the Hell of It from A Week Away — a song all about thanking God even when you feel alone. And when I say this kid reached for my hand and sang it to me… it stopped me in my tracks.

Right there, in the carpool lane, I was reminded: no matter what, it’s going to be okay. Even when it feels like it won’t.

Because He always finds a way to reach us — sometimes through a song, sometimes through the voice of a five-year-old who just gets it.

I’m so proud and grateful for his heart — and his ability to see faith as simply as it’s truly meant to be seen.

It makes me realize that sometimes faith isn’t about being unshakable — it’s about remembering Who holds you steady when you are.

All my love from the Steele Waters edge,

Jenny