Something Is Stirring
Part 2 of the Resurrection Power Series
When You Can’t Explain It, But You Can Feel It
It happened on a Tuesday. Nothing special about it. No worship music playing. No sermon. No devotional open on my nightstand.
I was just standing at the kitchen sink, hands in warm water, and for the first time in months, I noticed the light coming through the window.
Not thought about it. Noticed it.
Something in my chest shifted. Not a big feeling. Not fireworks or goosebumps. More like a flutter. The kind of thing I almost dismissed because it was so quiet I wasn’t sure it was real.
But it was real. And if I’m honest with myself, it scared me a little. Because feeling something again means I have something to lose again.
That flutter? That’s not random. That’s God doing exactly what He promised.
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Before the Bloom
In nature, spring doesn’t announce itself with a parade. It starts underground where nobody can see it. Roots push deeper. Seeds crack open in the dark. The soil warms by fractions of a degree. And one morning, a single green shoot breaks through the dirt, and the whole world acts surprised, as if it happened overnight.
It didn’t happen overnight. It was happening the whole time.
Science tells us that trees communicate through underground fungal networks. Researchers call it the “wood wide web.” Trees share nutrients, send warnings, and support each other’s growth through connections you’d never see by looking at the surface. The forest looks still, but underneath, everything is alive and working.
Your life looks still right now too. But underneath? Something is stirring.
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The New Thing You Almost Missed
In Isaiah 43:18-19, God says something that stops me every single time I read it:
“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the desert.”
Two words jump out at me: “perceive it.”
God doesn’t say, “I’m going to do a new thing someday.” He says it’s already springing up. Right now. The question isn’t whether God is moving. The question is whether you’re noticing.
And here’s the thing about you, after a long season of survival mode, your ability to notice gets buried. When your brain has been running on cortisol and caffeine for months, it literally filters out beauty, wonder, and hope as “non-essential.” Your nervous system says: “We don’t have the bandwidth for sunsets right now. We’re just trying to get through the day.”
But God is asking you to look again. Not to manufacture a feeling. Not to fake gratitude. Just to open your eyes to what’s already springing up in the middle of your wilderness.
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What Stirring Actually Looks Like
Let me tell you what stirring doesn’t look like, because I think we get this wrong.
It doesn’t look like suddenly having all the answers. It doesn’t look like waking up and feeling “fixed.” It doesn’t look like a dramatic mountaintop moment where everything clicks into place.
Stirring is quieter than that.
Stirring looks like crying during a song you’ve heard a hundred times, and this time it actually reaches you. It looks like calling a friend instead of just texting back “I’m good.” It looks like putting your phone down ten minutes earlier and sitting in the silence without panicking.
Stirring looks like the moment you realize you’re tired of being tired, and instead of just accepting it, something in you whispers: there has to be more than this.
That whisper? That’s not wishful thinking. That’s the Holy Spirit doing exactly what He does – breathing life into dry places, one small breath at a time.
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The Science of Thawing Out
Here’s something beautiful that most people don’t know: your brain is designed to heal.
Neuroscientists call it neuroplasticity. It means your brain can literally rewire itself based on new experiences, new patterns, and new inputs. Those areas that chronic stress shrank? They can grow back. Those pathways wired for fear? They can be rerouted toward peace.
But here’s what the research also shows: healing doesn’t start with big changes. It starts with small, consistent moments of safety. A walk in nature. Deep breathing. A conversation where you feel truly heard. Time in quiet without an agenda.
In other words, your brain starts coming back to life the same way spring does – not all at once, but one small, warm moment at a time.
God designed your body to respond to rest and renewal. He wired you for restoration. That’s not a coincidence. That’s a Creator who always planned to bring you back to life.
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Even Jesus Had a Thursday Night
With Easter just a few weeks away, I keep thinking about the space between the cross and the empty tomb. We love to celebrate Sunday morning. But Saturday? Saturday was silent. Saturday was grief. Saturday was the disciples sitting in a locked room wondering if everything they believed was over.
They couldn’t see what was coming. They couldn’t feel the resurrection brewing. All they had was the ache of Friday and the emptiness of Saturday.
But something was stirring. In a sealed tomb, behind a stone too heavy for human hands, life was doing what only God can make it do.
If you’re in a Saturday season right now, caught between the pain of what happened and the promise of what’s coming, I need you to hear this: the tomb looked sealed too. And we know how that story ends.
Your Sunday is coming. And it’s closer than you think.
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The Moment I Noticed Again
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, lean not on your own understanding and He will direct your paths.” – Proverbs 3:5-6
I remember the first time I heard this passage of Scripture. It came from the voice of one of my most cherished spiritual leaders, Dr. Charles F. Stanley. An amazing man of God.
I don’t think I’ve ever listened to anyone as regularly or as faithfully over the years. It always seemed like he had a message from God directed straight at me. No matter what I was going through. His approach to the Word was so authentic, so direct, it was as though he received the download for his sermons from the Lord Himself right before he stepped to that altar.
And the stirring? It started long before I realized it. My early days were spent at my grandparents’ home in San Diego. There was this young pastor on the television. He had a very distinctive voice. It wasn’t until I was an adult that I recognized that voice to be Dr. Charles F. Stanley. A seed had been planted in that living room, quietly cracking open beneath the surface, years before I understood what was growing.
To this day, I still begin my mornings with his sermons via the radio, the emails I receive, or tuning in on InTouch+ before bed. For over 40 years, his messages have always been on time for me…through breakups, eight layoffs, financial hardships, divorce, loss, and seasons where I wondered if I even had a purpose in life. L.I.F.E.
One of my favorite Dr. Stanley’s memorable quotes:
“Obey God and leave all the consequences to Him.
I gave my life to the Lord in 1994 and realized that He had been welcoming me with open arms all along. I just needed to say “yes” and let Him in through a relationship with his son Jesus Christ. And once I did, I began to understand why Jesus died. I never want to take that for granted.
He has been there. Through every sealed tomb and silent Saturday in my life, something was stirring. And the thing that gives me chill bumps to this day is this: there is nothing greater than the love of Christ having died for us and taking away all of our sins. Nothing.
So taking time to be with Him and share Him as much as I can? That’s my way of worshipping my Savior the best way I know how. That’s the flutter I almost missed. That’s the stirring that changed everything.
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Permission to Feel It
I know what you might be thinking. You’re scared to hope. You’ve been here before; felt a glimmer, leaned in, and then life knocked the wind out of you again. So now you keep your guard up. You don’t let yourself feel too much because disappointment hurts worse when you had your hopes up.
I get that. I really do.
But here’s your permission slip for today:
You have permission to feel the flutter without needing to know what it means.
You have permission to notice the light without explaining it.
You have permission to believe that something good might be starting, even if everything around you still looks like winter.
Because God didn’t say, “I’ll do a new thing once you’ve earned it.” He said, “See, I am doing a new thing. Now it springs up.”
Now. Not later. Not when you’re stronger. Not when your life is sorted out. Now. In the middle of the mess.
Open your hands. He’s already putting something in them.
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Your Turn
Tell me, have you felt it? That quiet flutter. That small moment where something in you whispered, “Maybe things are shifting.” It might have been tiny. It might have been yesterday or three weeks ago.
Drop it in the comments. Even if it’s just: “I think I felt something.”
And if you know a woman who’s been stuck in Saturday, waiting for her Sunday, share this with her. She might not be able to see the stirring yet. But maybe your words will help her notice.
Spring doesn’t ask permission. It just comes. And it’s coming for you.
With love, hope and joy,
There’s more to the story. Be sure to check out Part 1: She’s Still Breathing, But Barely, in the Resurrection Power Series. 🕊️
