Love in Action. Move Anyway.

Dear Light,

What matters the most to you?

You might say God or your relationship with God. You might say your family, your purpose, your dreams, or the people you love. Whatever your answer is, the things that matter most to us are often revealed by what we consistently prioritise, protect, and pursue.

A little update about my life? Last week Saturday, I hosted The Forge 1.0.

The Forge is a place where "God will reveal women to themselves." We gathered in a room to worship, pray, share the Word of God, and simply enjoy one another's company. We had Bible competitions—memory verses and "draw your swords"—healthy conversations, and funny presentations. We even had a slide presentation on why talking stages should be banned and another on relatable work colleagues. We wrote letters to each other, prayed for one another, ate and drank, watched a movie, and laughed a lot.

I had so much fun. More importantly, I believe God was pleased.

The Forge was my way of obeying God. It was my way of showing Him that I love Him and that I am committed to His agenda on the earth. My obedience became my worship. It was an act of worship long before it became an event.

However, it was never easy to start The Forge. I remember telling my friends in March that I wanted to organise a hangout for women—just something that would bring women together to have healthy conversations and have fun. But I left the idea in March because life became busier. There were final-year expenses to think about, academic responsibilities, and perhaps I did not yet have a clear understanding of why I wanted to do it.

Then, in May, the burden became heavier. I still didn't fully understand what God was asking of me, but I knew He was saying something. So, I decided to pray and fast about it. I made it the focus of my annual forty-day fast. I prayed, sought God's heart, and wrote down what I sensed He was saying.

On the 26th of May, God gave me a name and revealed His purpose behind it. The Forge. A place where women would encounter God and discover themselves through Him. After receiving clarity, I told my women and asked them to pray with me and hold me accountable. Interestingly, God held me accountable too.

For weeks, all I seemed to do was pray and write about The Forge. I was gathering notes, recording ideas, and journaling impressions, but I wasn't exactly moving. Then, on the 2nd of July, God disrupted my comfort.

He seized my sleep. I was restless throughout the night. I kept asking questions, and He kept nudging me toward action. That night, He made me send invitation letters to the first attendees of The Forge. I didn't sleep until around 6 a.m. on the 3rd of July.

That moment taught me something important: sometimes obedience is a decision and you have to act fast. Delayed obedience is disobedience. Sometimes God gives the vision, but we delay because we are waiting for confidence, certainty, resources, or perfect conditions. Meanwhile, God is waiting for movement.

God became my planning partner throughout the process. He also blessed me with women who carried the vision as though it were theirs. They gave their time, energy, prayers, ideas, and support. They carried it because it was God's vision, and because they loved me enough to help steward what God had placed in my hands.

Light, when God insisted that I move, money wasn't the primary issue. I knew that God was going to sort that out. To a large extent, I have shared my relationship with money and my journey of obedience in previous letters. This time, my greatest concern was different.

I needed God to show up. I didn't want to organise an event just so people could have fun. I didn't want it to become another gathering with beautiful pictures and pleasant memories. I wanted God to be present. I wanted lives to be touched. I wanted women to leave knowing that God sees them, knows them, and is calling them into deeper intimacy with Him.

And God showed up. He showed up in conversations. He showed up in prayers. He showed up in moments I never planned for.

He showed up in ways I could never have orchestrated on my own.

Watching everything unfold reminded me that every opportunity to obey God is an opportunity to partner with Him. It is an invitation into His work on the earth. It is a chance to say, "Lord, I trust You enough to move even when I don't have all the answers."

Obedience is one of the clearest ways we tell God that we love Him. And this is not because He needs proof of our love, but because obedience demonstrates trust. It reveals whose voice we value above every other voice. It shows what truly matters to us. When we obey God, we are not just showing Him that we love Him. We are also showing ourselves where our priorities lie.

And perhaps that brings me back to the question at the beginning of this letter. What matters most to you? Because when God asks you to move, the answer to that question becomes visible. When He asks you to give, to serve, to forgive, to start, to stop, to wait, to speak, or to trust, what matters most will eventually reveal itself.

So, if God is asking you to move, please move. It may not be convenient. It may not make complete sense. You may not feel ready. You may not have everything you think you need. But move.

Trust God with your little. Trust Him with your ideas, your gifts, your resources, your fears, and your uncertainties. Trust Him with your obedience. Because on the other side of obedience, you may discover that God was never looking for perfection. He was looking for partnership.

Always remember, the best of God is not in the past.