The God of Suddenly

Written By Sherian McCoy

I did not expect a day this week to unfold the way it did.

I had an amazing experience. One of those days that feels marked. The kind where the Lord meets you right in the middle of deep heartache and quietly brings healing you did not even realize you needed in that moment.

What happened came completely out of nowhere. A simple meeting that turned into hours of conversation. Stories shared. Truth spoken. Evidence of real transformation unfolding right in front of me. Salvation. Healing. Redemption. It felt sudden. Unexpected. Holy.

Afterward, as I sat with everything that had been said and all that had stirred in my heart, my thoughts drifted back to the Christmas story. I recently read something about God being a God of suddenly. Scripture tells us that suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God.

That word has stayed with me.

This day felt sudden to me. What I witnessed felt sudden too. But the truth is, it only seemed sudden from my vantage point. God had been pursuing long before today. He had been working quietly, faithfully, patiently for years. What felt like a change in the rhythm of my plans was actually the unveiling of something He had been doing all along.

This is often how God works.

Sometimes we wait a very long time. Four hundred years passed between the Old and New Testament. Sometimes years pass between promise and fulfillment. Prayers pile up. Hope stretches thin. Silence feels heavy.

And then suddenly, light breaks in.

After hours of conversation and the holy weight of what I witnessed, I found myself doing what Mary did. Scripture tells us she pondered all these things in her heart. That is exactly where I landed. Holding the words. Holding the moments. Letting them settle slowly and reverently.

God wastes nothing. Ever.

Not the years of waiting.
Not the prayers that felt unanswered.
Not the heartache.
Not the silence.

Christmas reminds us that the Light does not rush. It appears exactly when God intends. Sometimes it glows steadily over a long season. And sometimes it arrives all at once, flooding the dark.

Either way, this is true. Today is one day closer than yesterday to where God is leading wandering hearts.

And that truth invites both pondering and praise.

Some days we sit quietly with what He has done.
Some days we lift our hands in gratitude.
And some days, like today, we do both.

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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