BUT. GOD.

A few weeks ago, a message came through —

a dancer longing for a way out.

We agreed to meet over coffee, to talk about what “next” might look like when life feels trapped between survival and surrender.

It’s not easy to leave this world.

The money comes fast —

faster than most nine-to-five dreams could ever keep up with.

Debt builds.

Children wait.

And the weight of it all presses hard on tired shoulders.

It’s all so much.

But God.

For years, our team has prayed for the clubs in South Brevard —

asking for doors to open, hearts to soften, and light to slip quietly into dark corners.

And this week —

on an ordinary day made holy by divine timing —

two Church Ladies walked through a club door.

They came not to judge, but to ask permission to begin monthly outreach.

We wanted to honor the space, to wait on their yes before speaking too much.

But how do you not speak when your heart beats love for these women?

We see their eyes, their souls —

and we know they ache for freedom.

We saw much.

We broke much.

And grace opened the door.

Two days later, I met the dancer who had texted for help.

Halfway through our coffee, she looked at me and said,

“I saw you!”

You came into the club where I work.

I was praying that God would help me leave soon.

You walking in — that was His answer.”

But God.

We had never set foot in that club until that day, that hour, that holy intersection of prayer and providence.

God knew.

He knew the years of pleading prayers, the moments of wondering when.

He knew the one who would be working that day —

and He wrote the story to meet her right where she was.

Yes, for future ministry —

but most of all, for the one.

Because that’s who He is.

The Shepherd who leaves the ninety-nine to chase one wandering heart.

His delay was never denial.

It was love —

patient, precise, perfect love —

for the one woman who needed to see His grace walk through her darkness right on time.

But God.

Always — but God.

Pray for her.

Pray for our team,

as the Lord has now opened doors into five clubs.

Because He still moves mountains.

He still writes rescue stories.

He still leaves the ninety-nine for the one.