When I resigned from my first job, many people questioned my decision. Some even doubted whether it was the right move. What they didn’t know was that it wasn’t a sudden choice or an emotional impulse. I had prayed for it, kneeled for it, and cried over it for years.
I still remember the moment I finally handed in my resignation letter. As soon as it left my hands, a quiet relief washed over me — a deep, steady peace that settled in my chest. It was the kind of peace that doesn’t need validation, because it comes from God’s gentle confirmation.
It may not have looked “right” in the eyes of others at that time, but one thing I hold firmly is this: the Lord will never leave me — whether my decisions turn out right or wrong. In the four months I spent without a job, He showed me His faithfulness in ways I didn’t expect. He provided for me, strengthened me, and guarded my mind and heart. Truly, His grace was enough for every day.
