I Quit My Life And Moved to the Beach
When Obedience Doesn't Make Sense
When the World Fell Apart
If I had to name 2020 in one word, it would be disruption.
A global pandemic.
The murders of innocent Black lives.
Political unrest.
A mental-health crisis that touched nearly every home.
But the disruption wasn’t just global; it was personal.
I was 37, divorced, raising two boys in Baltimore, hundreds of miles from family and friends in Atlanta.
Everything in my life looked functional, but I was running on fumes—physically, emotionally, spiritually.
Somewhere between holding everything together, I had lost myself.
When Obedience Doesn’t Make Sense
Months before the world shut down, I came up with a crazy plan.
I’ve always loved Fort Lauderdale…close enough to life, but far enough from the noise.
I had vacationed there as a little girl and often as an adult.
I had already worked through all my practical plans: Plan A, Plan B, and Plan C. None of them worked.
At this point, I decided to stop being practical and start being honest about what I wanted.
When I first imagined moving, it was logical. I had booked a spring-break trip to scout neighborhoods, line up a job, and handle every detail I could think of.
But my plan didn’t account for the pandemic. It didn’t account for the other life circumstances that I was now navigating, and somehow in the midst of all this God began speaking clearly…
It was no longer an idea; it was an invitation.
God was telling me to go.
When Faith Feels Foolish
I wanted to obey, but I also wanted to understand.
I wanted guarantees, not whispers.
I wanted clarity before courage.
But God rarely gives both.
He gives a word, not a map.
A prompting, not a plan.
So I did what didn’t make sense.
I quit my life.
No job waiting.
No housing secured.
No friends or community nearby.
Just faith and two boys watching my every move.
I sold my car and almost everything I owned.
I bought three one-way plane tickets.
And I left Baltimore for Florida in the middle of a global pandemic when the headlines screamed stay put.
My mother thought I had lost it.
But I reminded her that every Bible she had ever given me was full of people who looked crazy on their way to destiny.
“By faith Abraham obeyed when he was called to go…” — Hebrews 11:8
When You Step Out and God Steps In
The first month, I rented an Airbnb sight unseen with no plan in place.
But something unexpected happened: every need was met.
I found a beautiful apartment located near the beach and within walking distance of numerous coffee shops and restaurants.
I found a car—the easiest purchase I have ever made.
I planned to take a few months off and start working again. I didn’t work for over a year and never missed a beat financially.
Bills were paid.
Opportunities appeared.
Provision came from unexpected places.
I still can’t fully explain it except to say: obedience funds itself.
I found a private Christian school for my boys—a small class of seven where they thrived.
I met a sweet neighbor who became my hangout friend.
We’d laugh, lounge by the pool, eat at different restaurants, and talk about real life.
Family visited.
We took trips.
I felt like an active participant in my life again, not just an active observer.
I began to breathe again.
The woman who had been surviving started to remember what living felt like.
When the World Was Masked, I Was Becoming Whole
While the world was putting masks on, I was finally taking my mask off.
I ran by the beach.
I cooked more than I ever had.
I served a small church plant with my gifts.
I hired a personal trainer and got in the best shape of my adult life.
For the first time in years, I wasn’t performing peace; I was experiencing it.
I was being the mother I wanted to be.
I was becoming the disciple, both student and teacher, God called me to be.
And for the first time, I was really that woman—not because of what I was doing, but because of who I was becoming from the inside out.
When Divine Disruption Becomes Deliverance
Looking back, I see it clearly.
The world’s disruption was God’s divine disruption in my life.
He used exhaustion to get my attention.
He used uncertainty to birth intimacy.
He used chaos to teach me calm.
Sometimes obedience won’t make sense.
Sometimes faith will make you look foolish.
But those are the moments when God rewrites your story.
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding.” — Proverbs 3:5
✨ Reflection: A Faith That Looks Foolish
What has God asked of you that doesn’t make sense on paper?
Have you confused comfort with calling?
Where are you waiting for clarity when God is waiting for your yes?
Could your disruption be divine—a doorway into destiny?
Closing Words
Obedience will always cost something: comfort, control, or reputation, but it will never cost you what disobedience will.
Sometimes the life you’re praying for is waiting on the other side of your surrender.
I didn’t move because I was brave.
I moved because I was done trying to be my own savior.
And in that surrender, I learned this:
Sometimes the most radical faith looks like rest.
💌 A Call to You
What’s your “Go”?
What is God asking of you that terrifies you and thrills you at the same time?
Share it in the comments or message me privately…I’d love to pray for you.
I admire your courage and faithfulness.
This is good babe thanks for sharing!!