I Remember That I Have a Stone of Help

I made an appointment to see Bishop, my spiritual father, because I felt like I’d failed again.

I sat in front of him, tears rolling down my cheeks, sniffles echoing in between sentences, and my heart weighed down with guilt.

“I missed it again. I should’ve had discernment. I should’ve seen it coming.”

He listened. Quietly. Patiently.

He let me finish. He let me cry. He let me be honest.

And then, as I wiped my face and tried to collect myself, he looked me in the eye and said words I will never forget.

“If how God stepped in isn’t discernment, then I don’t know what is.”

It stopped me in my tracks.

What I thought was failure,

It was evidence of discernment.

God had moved on my behalf quietly, faithfully, and protectively.

Discernment Doesn’t Always Feel Like Discernment

Sometimes we expect discernment to arrive loudly. We think it has to come with flashes of revelation or instant clarity. But often, it comes in the form of God gently rerouting us, stepping in before harm is done, revealing the truth after the fact so we learn to trust His timing.

And in that moment, Bishop reminded me that I wasn’t failing, I was being covered.

That’s when the shift came.

That’s when the Lord reminded me:

“You’re not alone in this.”

“You’re not without help.”

I Remember My Stone of Help

There’s a kind of strength that doesn’t come from you. It carries you when your own feet won’t move. It holds you when everything else falls apart.

I call it my Stone of Help.

There’s a moment in an old story, found in the book of 1 Samuel 7:12, where a man named Samuel does something curious. After his people were rescued from a desperate situation, he picked up a stone, placed it in the ground, and gave it a name: Ebenezer, which means “stone of help.”

Why? Because he wanted everyone to remember: “This is how far the Lord has helped us.

They didn’t win because they were strong. They didn’t survive because they were clever. They made it because help came when they needed it most.

I think we all have moments like that. Moments when life could’ve broken us but didn’t. Moments when we didn’t know how we were going to make it through but somehow, we did.

Maybe it was a friend showing up at the right time.

Maybe it was the unexpected door that opened.

Maybe it was the peace that made no sense, but carried you anyway.

That was your Ebenezer.

Your Ebenezer might not be a stone, but it could be a journal entry, a testimony, a conversation with your spiritual father, or a moment like this.

Rise & Reclaim What Was Buried

You didn’t miss it.

You didn’t fail.

You weren’t without discernment.

God stepped in, not to shame you, but to remind you that you’re covered.

This blog is my Ebenezer.

It marks a moment I’ll never forget.

A moment where guilt turned into grace.

A moment where tears turned into testimony.

I remember that I have a stone of help.

Written by: Caroline

Founder, Rise & Reclaim

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