Caleb didn’t start reading Scripture when life fell apart. He started long before that — most mornings at the same kitchen table, coffee cooling beside an open Bible. Some days the words felt alive. Other days they felt like ink and paper. Still, he showed up.
Months later, the layoff came without warning. His stomach dropped. Fear rushed in. But beneath the panic, something steady surfaced — verses he had read a hundred times now echoed with clarity: I will never leave you nor forsake you.
Caleb realized he hadn’t been studying for information. He had been training for endurance.
The crisis didn’t create his faith; it revealed it. He didn’t suddenly become fearless, but he wasn’t unanchored either. The quiet mornings had done their work.
As resumes went out and uncertainty lingered, Caleb understood something new about faith. It wasn’t reserved for emergencies. It was built in ordinary moments — early mornings, simple prayers, consistency when nothing dramatic was happening.
That was just doing life with God: showing up before the storm so that when it arrived, you could still stand.