There are mornings I wake up, raise the RV curtain, and find myself staring out at a landscape so breathtaking I can hardly believe I get to live this life. Mountains rising in the distance, the sun casting rays across the sky, birds singing their hearts out —this isn’t just a place. It’s my daily reminder that I am still here. That I get to experience this. That I didn’t miss it - #icouldhavemissedthis
I am so thankful to be alive today.
Not just surviving—but living. Exploring. Breathing in fresh air, touching new earth, watching wildlife roam freely, and witnessing God’s fingerprints in every inch of creation. This life on the road, full of freedom and discovery, is something I never take for granted. Especially because not so long ago, I wasn’t sure I’d make it to see this side of my story.
When I received my cancer diagnosis, everything stopped. My life as I knew it shattered in an instant. I was afraid. Broken. Lost. But that’s exactly where God met me—right there in the middle of my pain, confusion, and uncertainty. He didn’t wait for me to have it all together. He didn’t ask for a polished version of me. He came to me as I was: raw, fragile, and afraid.
And He carried me.
Through every appointment, every tear-filled night, every prayer I could barely whisper—He was there. Holding me. Encouraging me. Whispering, “You’re not alone.”
But here’s the part I’ve come to understand deeply: He meets us where we’re at, but He doesn’t do all the work for us. Healing is a gift, yes—but it also requires work. The hardest kind, sometimes. The emotional work. The spiritual work. The physical work of showing up for yourself even when your body feels weak and your mind is exhausted.
Healing isn’t passive. It’s a choice you make over and over again.
There were - and still are - days I didn’t feel strong. Days I didn’t feel hopeful. But even then, God kept nudging me forward—sometimes gently, sometimes forcefully—but always with love. He knew what I couldn’t see yet: that there was more life on the other side of the pain. That there was beauty waiting. That this was not the end of my story.
Every day now, even as I continue healing, I see how He shows up for me. Whether we’re hiking by a canyon overlook or walking barefoot through the RV, His presence is loud and clear. In the breeze, the birdsong, the kindness of strangers, and the stillness of the mornings—I am reminded again and again that He is still carrying me.
But I’m walking, too.
I’m doing the work. Eating clean, moving my body, staying grounded in prayer, processing old wounds, resting when I need it, speaking life over myself. Healing has taught me that miracles are real, but they often look like small, intentional steps taken daily in the direction of wholeness.
If you’re in a hard place right now, please know this: God will meet you there. But don’t stay there. Don’t camp out in the pain. Rise. Ask for help. Move forward—no matter how slowly. He’ll walk with you every step of the way, but your healing requires your participation.
Today, I’m alive. I’m free. I’m deeply grateful.
This journey—on the road and in my heart—has taught me that life is a precious gift. And while the road may twist and turn, God never leaves our side. He doesn’t promise ease, but He does promise His presence.
And I am living proof of that.
If you’re in your own crisis please know He is there with you. Keep going. Keep moving forward. Keep praying. But remember you must do the work yourself - He’ll meet you where you are!
I’ll close with a verse that God has been putting on my heart.
Matthew 11:28-30 (NKJV)
28 Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 29 Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.
Until next time…..keep joy in your mind and in your heart❣️
Much love and many blessings,
Ali 🫶🏼✌🏼
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