When the Assignment Changes
Recently, one of my dearest friends, Melanie—also known as Mama Moses—tagged me in something she wrote months ago, and I haven’t been able to shake it.
I read it several times and just sat with it.
Because even though they were her words, they echoed something that had already been stirring quietly in my own heart.
She wrote about seasons where everything around you appears to keep moving as usual, yet deep within, you know something has changed.
Not because anything is wrong.
Not because something is broken.
But because the assignment has shifted.
That settled deeply in me.
Earlier this year, God revealed something I’ll never forget.
Somewhere deep down…
I didn’t believe it was safe to grow.
When He brought that hidden belief into the light, so much suddenly made sense.
Of course growth hadn’t felt safe.
Military life had taught me how quickly plans can change.
Raising my autistic son had taught me how unpredictable a single day can become.
My nervous system had learned to brace for uncertainty.
So when God began gently showing me that it was safe to grow…
Safe to be seen…
Safe to trust Him with expansion…
It felt like a profound breakthrough.
For a while, I assumed that breakthrough would change everything around me.
Instead…
It changed something within me.
The realities of my life didn’t suddenly become easier.
My son still needed me deeply.
Military life remained unpredictable.
Life continued asking me to pivot.
At first, it would have been easy to think,
“Maybe this just isn’t the right season.”
But that’s not what I sensed God saying.
Instead, I felt Him gently reminding me:
“Abby, this is your life.
This is the family I’ve entrusted to you.
This is the season you’re living.
Don’t fight it.
Honor it.”
That changed the question I had been asking.
Instead of wondering why life wasn’t looking different…
I began asking what faithfulness looked like within the life I’d already been given.
And slowly, another realization began to unfold.
Growth in this season doesn’t mean squeezing more into an already full life.
It means honoring the life I’ve been entrusted with.
My first ministry is my family.
When my son needs me…
Everything else can wait.
That isn’t fear.
It isn’t a lack of faith.
It’s simply love responding to what matters most.
And strangely enough…
There has been so much peace in accepting that.
I’m still inspired.
I’m still creating.
I still feel God inviting me to share what He’s teaching me.
But the way I carry that calling is changing.
Lately, writing has become one of those places.
A quiet place to notice.
To listen.
To process.
To share what God is revealing while still honoring the season I’m living.
I don’t know exactly what this season will become.
I just know I’ve stopped measuring faithfulness by how much I can accomplish.
I’m learning to measure it by how fully I can say yes to what’s right in front of me.
And for now…
That feels like enough.
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Part of the Breadcrumbs collection by Abby Lewis—true stories that leave room for God to speak.