By now, we’ve talked about what it means to say yes to God.
We’ve talked about dying to ourselves.
We’ve talked about learning to hear His voice.
But there’s one thing that matters just as much as both of those…
Responding.
Because hearing God means nothing if we don’t actually say yes.
And if I’m being honest…
saying yes isn’t always easy.
There was a time in my life when my family and I were walking in a way that looked “okay” on the outside… but it wasn’t rooted in God.
We were making money the world’s way.
Spending it on worldly things.
And still calling ourselves followers of Jesus.
But one day… something shifted in me.
I didn’t want a life that just included Jesus.
I wanted a life that was fully consumed by Him.
Open hands.
Open heart.
Open mind.
I didn’t want anything in my life that didn’t come from Him… or point back to Him.
And as I began to pray that…
God started answering.
Not in small ways.
In everything.
He began to open my eyes to things I had once been comfortable with.
Things I had justified.
Things I had built without Him.
And the more clearly I saw it…
the more I couldn’t ignore it.
I didn’t want it anymore.
Not because I was forced to give it up…
But because I had seen something better.
So I said yes.
To everything He was asking.
Even when I didn’t fully understand it.
And then… everything changed.
My family and I lost everything.
We were homeless.
My husband was without a job.
We had no money.
We had to give up most of our animals.
There was a season where I was living eight hours away from my husband and our four children for a month and a half… just to make enough to provide food and keep insurance for our family.
From the outside…
that sounds like a breaking point.
But I can honestly say…
It was one of the most powerful seasons of my life.
Because in the middle of losing everything…
We found Him in everything.
God provided for us daily.
Sometimes that looked like all six of us and our three dogs sitting in one car.
Sometimes it looked like an unexpected $80 that gave us a night together in a hotel.
Sometimes it meant being miles apart…
But never without His presence.
He was closer than He had ever been.
His voice was clearer.
His presence was stronger.
His peace was deeper than anything we had experienced before.
And somewhere in that season, I realized something I will never forget:
God wasn’t punishing us.
He was refining us.
He was removing everything we had built without Him…
so He could rebuild our lives with Him at the center.
Not partially.
Not occasionally.
Completely.
And I wouldn’t trade that season for anything.
Not because it was easy…
But because it was real.
That’s what saying yes to God does.
It doesn’t always make life comfortable…
But it makes it aligned.
And here’s the truth I’ve come to understand:
We don’t say yes to God to earn anything from Him.
We say yes because we love Him.
Because we trust Him.
Because He has already given everything for us.
Because saying yes to God isn’t always bold and confident.
Most of the time… it’s quiet.
It looks like kneeling at His feet.
Fixing your gaze on Him.
And whispering, “yes”… even when your voice shakes.
And sometimes… it sounds like,
“yes… but Lord, help me.”
Saying yes isn’t about standing tall in your own strength.
It’s about leaning.
Leaning on Jesus for the strength you don’t have.
Trusting Him to carry what you can’t.
Believing that He will walk with you every step of the way.
Yes isn’t just a word.
It’s a posture.
A posture of surrender.
A posture of trust.
A posture of choosing His way… over your own.
So I’ll leave you with this:
Where is God asking you to say yes?
The Daily Yes: The Journal 
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