There was a season not long ago when I felt like Ruth in the field—just showing up, doing the work, keeping my head down, and praying it mattered. I didn’t have clarity. I didn’t feel strong. But I had just enough faith to keep going. I kept asking God, “Why am I here? Why does this feel so hard?” And I didn’t get a loud answer—just a quiet nudge to keep trusting, to keep moving, to not give up. Fast forward… I look around now and realize I’m standing in places I used to pray for. Not because I