For Such a Time as This

There are days I move through the world wondering if I’m really where I’m supposed to be. Not doubting God, exactly—but struggling to see Him clearly. I don’t always hear His voice. I don’t always feel His hand. And sometimes, I walk forward simply because there’s no peace in standing still.

Recently, I returned to a book in the Bible I’ve rarely touched—Esther. I’d always admired the bravery, but never really connected with the story. This time, though, something changed.

It struck me that God is never mentioned by name in the book of Esther. Not once. No prayers recorded. No miracles. No direct word from heaven. And yet… His fingerprints are on every page.

• A Jewish orphan girl becomes queen.
• A sleepless night leads a king to reverse a death sentence.
• A noose prepared for a righteous man becomes the end of the wicked.

You don’t need fireworks to know God is working.

Esther’s story reminded me of something I’ve often wrestled with—that I may never fully understand why God put me in certain places, in certain relationships, at certain moments. But “who knows whether you have come to the kingdom for such a time as this?” (Esther 4:14)

That verse echoes in my spirit today.

Maybe the quiet work I’m doing matters more than I realize. Maybe the difficult conversations, the unseen ministry, the lonely obedience—they aren’t wasted. Maybe God put me here, now, because someone needs what I carry. Or maybe I need what He’s teaching me through it.

Esther didn’t know the end of the story when she stepped in front of the king. She didn’t have certainty. She had conviction.

“If I perish, I perish,” she said.
And with that, she walked into destiny.

That’s the kind of faith I want. Not loud or flashy—just faithful. Trusting that even when I can’t see Him, God is moving. And perhaps, just perhaps, this moment—this quiet, ordinary, holy moment—is what I was made for.

For such a time as this.