You know that feeling when God keeps saying the same thing to you in different voices until you finally stop and actually hear it? That's this issue.
Graciela Kessler spent 20 years journaling the names of God — through breast cancer, through burnout so deep she was working 16-hour days six days a week, through a calling she kept trying to put down. What she discovered is that "I Am" isn't just a name God gave Moses. It's a promise. I am who you need me to be. Healer when you need healing. Peace when you need stillness. Provider when you have no plan B. Whatever the season is asking for, He's already that.
That one idea quietly runs through every page of this issue. Amy Grant relearning how to sing after a traumatic brain injury. Maureen Miller driving home with an empty car seat after a failed adoption. Pam Farrel in a parking lot at midnight choosing peace over panic. Every story is really the same story — a woman at the end of herself, and a God who showed up as exactly enough.
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