Life Lately…

Hey Luvs,

It’s been a minute since my last post — and life has been stretching, shifting, and shaping me in ways I didn’t see coming.
 So much has changed. And honestly? I’ve grown so much.

Back in October, I made a decision that completely changed the trajectory of my life: I packed up my entire apartment and chose to become nomadic.
 No plan. No safety net. No blueprint.
 Just me, my bags, and bold faith in God.

It was one of the scariest and most freeing things I’ve ever done.

I didn’t know exactly where I was headed or what would come next. I just knew deep in my spirit that it was time to let go of what felt comfortable — and follow the nudge.
 God was calling me into a new season, and even though I didn’t have all the answers, I had peace. A peace that was very familiar, similar to what I felt when God called me to leave NY. So I said yes. 

What I didn’t expect was how much He would reveal to me along the way.

God started showing me that for so long, I worked so hard to build and maintain stability — because I didn’t have it growing up. I fought for security, structure, and control because chaos used to be my norm.
 But in this season, He was lovingly reminding me that true stability isn’t found in an apartment, a routine, or material things.

Stability is Him.
 It’s in His presence.
 It’s in what He’s deposited in me.
 And that can’t be shaken — no matter where I go.

This season also taught me something I didn’t even realize I was still holding on to: control.
 I had to release the grip.
 Let go of the timelines.
 Surrender the “how.”
 And trust that if God called me into the unknown, He would also carry me through it.

It stretched my faith in ways I wasn’t prepared for — but deeply needed.
 It softened my heart.
 And it deepened my relationship with God in the most intimate way.

Now, don’t get it twisted — this journey hasn’t been all sunshine and beach days.

There were moments when I questioned everything.
 Like the night I sat alone in my Airbnb, crying, wondering if I’d made a huge mistake.
 I missed having a place to call home.
 I missed my routine.
 I missed feeling grounded.

But every time I got still, God reminded me:
 “You are not lost — you’re just in process.”
 And that quiet reassurance kept me going.

And when I finally allowed Him to lead — when I truly let go and surrendered my version of control — God began opening doors I couldn’t have even imagined.
 Since becoming nomadic, I’ve traveled to 7 countries. SEVEN.
 Opportunities, connections, and divine moments have shown up in ways that only make sense because He orchestrated them. Not me.

Now, months later, I can feel a new chapter unfolding.
 I don’t have it all figured out (and still don’t), but I’m walking with more peace, more trust, and a heart wide open.
 There’s something beautiful about knowing you’re being guided — even when the path isn’t clear.

So much more to share with you soon. But for now, I just wanted to say hey.
 I’m still here. Still evolving. Still saying yes to God — even when it’s uncomfortable.

And if you’ve been in your own season of transition, I see you.

You’re not behind.
 You’re not broken.
 You’re not lost.
 You’re just being rerouted.

Before you go, I want to leave you with this reflection:

Where have you been placing your stability?
And what might shift if you fully trusted God instead?

If this spoke to you, I’d love to hear about your own season of surrender.
 Drop a comment, send a DM, or share this with a sister who needs the reminder:
 You don’t need all the answers to say yes to God.

With love,
Moe 💛