Last year, after months of applying to countless jobs, I finally landed the interview of a lifetime — a strategic communications role supporting the CEO of a global fashion brand. The interview process stretched on for six months. Each time I advanced to the next round, my hope deepened. I told myself, Of course this is taking time — this is one of the biggest brands in the world.

But when I reached the final interview before meeting the CEO, something shifted. An interviewer’s cryptic comment felt unsettling. “If you want something and don’t get it, don’t give up,” they said. When I didn’t receive the offer, and learned the only deciding factor was one piece of experience I lacked, I was devastated. Six months of effort. So much hope. And suddenly . . . nothing.

That moment broke something open in me. The job market felt bleak. I had always dreamed of going back to school, and now, it felt like every opportunity was being blocked, forcing me to ask myself, What door is God opening that I’m too afraid to walk through?

One afternoon at a social gathering, I found myself opening up to three close friends. I told them about the job disappointment and how I felt stuck — how I wished I could go back to school but didn’t know how. Unexpectedly, one of my friends shared about a program that had helped her change careers and provided funding for school. Her words lit a spark in me. It felt like the door I had been praying for had quietly opened.

The next morning, I researched the program. Long story short: I was accepted. My tuition was covered. My class schedule fit my family’s rhythm. It felt like divine provision. I said yes. I let go of my anger from the job search and stepped into a new season, full of faith. 

At the same time, I am a mother of three children, ages 12, 14, and 16. Now, we are all students. Our household dynamic has transformed. Where I was once the ever-available mompreneur working from home, I now share the dining table with my children, studying alongside them. I ask them for advice on my papers. I feel the late-night fatigue they experience. My husband has been our hero in this journey. From day one, he said, “I’ve got you. Don’t worry about working.” His support, and that of our extended family, has been a constant reminder that no calling is pursued alone.

Of course, there have been struggles. When my husband left his job during this season, we had to reimagine our entire financial approach. When my initial program ended, I faced the challenge of financing the remainder of my education. But through every turn, God’s hand has been evident. Support came when we needed it most. Even my class schedule, largely evenings, allowed me to remain present for my children.

In the midst of it all, I launched a faith-driven platform to encourage women in resilience and courage. At first, I thought it was for others. But it became a lifeline for me, too. A space where I could pour out my faith as I walked through uncertainty.

The scripture verse that anchored me through this season is, “This book of the law shall not depart out of thy mouth; but thou shalt meditate therein day and night, that thou mayest observe to do according to all that is written therein: for then thou shalt make thy way prosperous, and then thou shalt have good success” Joshua 1:8 (KJV).

For me, this verse is a daily invitation to stay rooted in God’s Word, to trust His promises about provision and purpose, and to walk in obedience, even when the path feels unclear. This experience has taught me one unshakable truth: nothing stops me — not disappointments, not delays, not detours. I no longer expect everything to go according to my plan. I live in expectation of how God will move in His way. And when He moves? It is unmistakable.

To the mom who feels called to return to school or pursue a long-held dream: do the hard thing. If God placed that desire in your heart, He will equip you for the journey. It won’t always be easy, but it will unfold according to His perfect plan.

As I look ahead, I want my children to remember this season as one where they saw their mother fully alive in her calling. And for me? I’m grateful — grateful for the grace that carries us, the family that lifts us, and the God who makes all things possible.

Sis, do you feel called to return to school or pursue a long-held dream? Share about it in the comments — we’d love to hear your heart and make space for your dreams.