In my distress I called to the Lord; I cried to my God for help. From his temple he heard my voice; my cry came before him, into his ears.

// Psalm 18:6

There have been many ‘cry out to God’ moments in my life. One of the major ones that sticks out in my memory was when I was in middle school. My brother Josh was dropped on his head at a school dance and was facing major brain injuries. It was a moment in time that could have changed our family forever. I remember secretly crying out to God in my bedroom, as I know my parents and many others were. He was not meant to have brain injuries, he was meant to be healed so that he could meet Georgie and come to Brooklyn and start C3BK. I do not intend to make it sound so simple, only to show how important it is to know we cannot do anything in our lives without Him.

Another moment that stands out was when I was in the middle of a six-year architecture degree, crying out for the strength and patience to keep going when I wanted to give up. Or when I was in Uganda, crying out against injustice. Or when I was sick of bad relationships, and I cried out for the right one and met Glen, my husband of 7 years now. Or when my best friend’s Mum died of cancer, or my co-worker committed suicide. And one particular sleepless night that I cried out for change, to be brave and not to live in fear. That I would fall pregnant, even though I was told when I was 18, that I might not be able to. And the fear of starting my own business and living a life I dreamt of.

It is not about having the answer, but knowing God is the answer no matter what you face. Big or small, complex or confusing. Trials will forever be part of our lives. The goal is not to live without them, but to never live without God.

// Amee Allsop