ADVENT WEEK 2 — PEACE The Hidden Work Behind Closed Doors

Every parent knows what it feels like to wait for a child. Whether through birth or adoption, the anticipation grows long before the child arrives.
There’s preparation, nesting, protecting, dreaming and most of the miracle is happening where no one can see.

Mary lived that too. She carried the Savior of the world, and for months hardly anyone knew.

Heaven’s greatest work was unfolding inside her… quietly, invisibly, intentionally.

And Advent reminds us:
God still does His deepest work in hidden places.

Peace isn’t the absence of chaos. It’s the steady confidence that God is forming something sacred behind the scenes; inside hearts we cannot reach,
in seasons we cannot control, under layers we cannot peel open, in rooms we cannot walk into.

Parents of prodigals know this ache well.


We waited once for our children to arrive into the world, and now we wait again for them to arrive into healing,
into truth, into the Father’s arms.

You may not see the slightest movement.
You may not feel peace stirring anywhere in your chest right now. But peace isn’t a feeling; it’s a Person.

And that Person is faithful in the hiding.

Faithful in the forming.
Faithful in the womb-like waiting where transformation begins long before it’s visible.

Like Mary, we whisper the only prayer we can:
“Behold, I am the servant of the Lord; let it be to me according to your word.”
(Luke 1:38 ESV)

Sherian McCoy

Hi, I’m Sherian Kaneaster-McCoy—storyteller, porch-sitter, ministry founder, wife, mother, grandmother, and follower of Jesus.

I’ve spent the last two decades walking with women through the hard things—grief, chronic illness, prodigal children, burnout, and healing. I serve as a practitioner in Dr. Tracey Stroup’s Eat, Pray, Faith telehealth practice, where I support clients needing help physically as well as emotionally and spiritually. I’m also honored to serve as Dean of Education at the Academy of Abiding Wellness, equipping others to walk in biblical wisdom and holistic health.

Alongside this work, The Father’s Porch has become a sacred space where I pour out the stories God has written on my heart.

This ministry was born from my own journey as a parent of a prodigal and a lifelong porch-praying woman. It’s a space for the weary—a resting place for those still waiting, still hoping, still praying. Through devotional writing, prayer, and gentle truth, I help others find God in the middle of the story, not just at the end.

Whether I’m telling stories from Scripture or sharing pieces of my own life, I believe in the power of honest words and porchlight hope. The porch is open. The light is on. There’s always a seat for you.

https://www.thefathersporch.com/
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