I’m feeling a little vulnerable as I write today.

Sometimes you find yourself in a moment where it feels like everything is falling apart.

It was about 9  p.m., and I had just gotten off the train inside Atlanta’s airport , coming up the escalator, feeling the crowd press around me more than usual. You’d think after coming through LAX and then Dallas, landing in Atlanta would feel like arriving. Like I made it to my destination. But my mind was somewhere else entirely.

See, if you don’t know my story, you might shrug and say, “What’s the big deal?” But for me, being legally blind, navigating new spaces can trigger anxiety. Things like figuring out how to get to the rideshare pickup aren’t small tasks. They’re big ones.

I stepped off the escalator, trying not to assign difficulty to what I had ahead of me. But even though I saw the large “Uber” signs on the ground with arrows pointing the way, it didn’t calm me. I used to be too prideful to ask for help, but I’ve grown. So I started asking folks, “Do you know where the new rideshare area is?”

Eventually, I saw a woman in a white shirt, easy to follow. But she was walking like she was training for a speed walk race. I couldn’t keep up. I thought to myself, “Do I really walk that slow?” My wife has mentioned it before. I guess I was lying to myself.

Finally, I reached the new pickup zone. Everything looked different from the last time I’d been there. The police officer said, “You won’t even recognize this place in five years.” I’m thinking, “I don’t even recognize it from last time.”

I asked a guy how the zones were set up, and while I caught some of what he said, not all of it stuck. Now it’s dark. I’m standing outside with the weight of the day and the stress creeping in. And at that moment, I became undone.

Normally I can hold it together. I go straight into prayer and lean into God. But this time my mind was racing. I felt unraveled.

After about 10 minutes, my shared ride showed up. The driver had a podcast playing, and surprisingly, it brought some peace. But when we got close to my destination, she wouldn’t take me to the gate. She dropped me off at the front office instead.

It was pitch black.

I had to roll my suitcase in front of me just to navigate the road, maybe a quarter mile. No streetlights. I used the wheels on the bag like a guide to stay clear of curbs and cars. I could barely see anything. And even then, I was trying to keep it together.

I told myself, “You got this close,  don’t fall apart now.”

Eventually, my wife met me at the gate. I came inside and tried to settle myself. My mind was spinning. I was grateful, but I was overwhelmed. In that moment, all I wanted to do was hide. Disappear for 30 days. Not talk to anyone. Just bury myself in work. I didn’t want to feel that feeling again.

But I had to remind myself , my foundation is built on the rock. On God. And He never leaves me. He was with me the whole time.

He’s the one who holds me together.

He reminds me of what matters.

He reminds me that He gives me the grace to do what I’m called to do.

There will be moments in your life when everything feels like it’s coming undone,  spiritually, emotionally, or in your business.

But lean into this truth: God is faithful.

He sees you.

He holds you.

He’s not going anywhere.

God Bless The Entrepreneur®️