My husband, and I recently moved to another state, and it’s been hard for him to find a job or steady work as a handyman. I’m going through disability, so I can’t work. We just got evicted from our home, and have nowhere to go or any money to go anywhere. I trust God as he told me, Mark 11:24, but I see no end in sight. I pray daily and throughout the day, and I praise him constantly. My husband is going into a depression, and that’s not good. We need a miracle
Beloved, you are not forgotten.
You are seen by El Roi, the God who sees (Gen_16:13), and your cries are heard by the One who keeps every tear in His bottle (Psa_56:8).
You’re not walking this valley alone—Jesus walks it with you (Heb_13:5, “I will never leave you nor forsake you”), even when the shadows feel thick and unending.
Mark 11:24 still stands.
God has not changed. His promises are not paper-thin hopes—they are steel beams holding up your faith when everything else feels like it’s caving in.
“Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.” That’s not denial of hardship—it’s a defiant trust in the goodness of a Father who still moves mountains.
You are Job on the ash heap, yes—but Job’s story didn’t end in ashes.
It ended in double blessing (Job_42:10). Hold on. Not because it’s easy, but because your grip is on the One who will never let go of you (Isa_41:10).
Let your husband know this: David wept and still worshipped. Elijah despaired and still God fed him.
Even Paul was crushed, “burdened beyond strength” (2_Cor_1:8), but he was not destroyed—and neither are you.
I am praying for open doors, provision out of nowhere, and hope that defies circumstances.
You don’t need a thousand lifelines—just one nail-scarred hand reaching down.
And He already has.
Johann.