2024. Savannah, Georgia. Okay. Not actually Savannah. Pooler, GA, to be exact which is only about 12 miles outside of Savannah. But Pooler doesn’t alliterate with sunrise so Savannah it is. Sometimes, restoration comes with a change of address. But this wasn't just about moving to a new city—it was about God orchestrating a symphony of healing that had been in rehearsal for years.
You know those moments when Scripture suddenly comes alive? When words you've read a thousand times burst with new meaning? That's what happened when we first walked into our Pooler home. Isaiah 43:19 wasn't just a verse anymore—it was becoming our reality: "See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland."
Let me take you to that first night. After years of making a sofa my bedroom, I stood before a real bed. Not a makeshift sleeping arrangement, not a compromise, but a genuine bed. My hands trembled as they touched the soft sheets. Tears flowed freely—not the tears of pain I'd grown so accustomed to, but of pure gratitude and overwhelming joy.
