“Why did I wear this jumpsuit?” I asked myself as I stared at rain pouring down on the tarmac and lightening streaming through the sky like 10 million heavenly firecrackers going off.

So there I was, dressed to pray and slay. I’d been invited to speak on my book, The Grace For Favor, and pray. Listen, I was ready to drop some faith-filled fire. I had my speech. I had my Scriptures. I even had a prayer so potent I thought, “Whew! Even Cindy Trimm might have to take notes.” This was my moment. My God-ordained, glow-up, favor-filled, mic-drop moment. Or so I thought...

There’s no place I’d rather be than lost in worship—praise pouring from my pores, thanksgiving custom-fit to every miracle, hallelujahs rising one after another like fireworks. That’s exactly where I found myself at a recent women’s conference in Lake Wimauma.

There’s a thin line between self-care and isolation—and I’ve danced on it like I was auditioning for “So You Think You Can Sulk”. I remember a season when I was just done. Like turtle-level done. I wanted to climb deep into my shell, put away my phone, and only emerge for snacks and maybe a little Wi-Fi.

Luke 13:32 (NIV): He replied, “Go tell that fox, ‘I will keep on driving out demons and healing people today and tomorrow, and on the third day I will reach my goal.’” Alright, this verse? Jesus was not playing. He handled that situation with some righteous confidence. When some Pharisees came to warn Jesus that Herod Antipas was out to get Him, Jesus didn’t flinch, didn’t panic, and didn’t say, “Let’s pause for a prayer circle.” Nope. He clapped back with, “Go tell that fox…”

Don’t we all know that God doesn’t do easy asks? If He did, Noah would have built a canoe instead of an ark, Moses would have parted a puddle instead of the Red Sea, and Jonah would have just taken a short detour instead of a three-day fishy timeout. But no, God loves a challenge—and He loves stretching us even more.