My time lately has been so consumed with the zillions of details for this fundraiser that writing a blog has taken a very far back seat this past week.

A few times, I tossed up a quick prayer asking God for a blog idea—but nothing felt right. So, I moved on, figuring inspiration would eventually land.

And then yesterday morning happened.

News broke that Amazon Web Services had wreaked havoc across hundreds of platforms. I took a quick look at the list of affected services and felt relieved not to see anything I depend on. Grateful that I could skip that mess!

Until, of course, I tried logging into Zeffy—the software that handles every registration, payment, and project detail for our fundraiser.

Oh joy.

I called a friend to commiserate, and we both said the same thing: “Of course Zeffy went down!” Then we laughed. Honestly, what else could we do?

As I mentally walked through the memory lane of this project, I realized how many times I thought it might all fall apart. There were moments when I nearly canceled the event—even after opening registration.

You’ve probably sensed from my recent posts that this has been a journey marked by high stress and anxiety… but also by learning to trust God more deeply and respond with faith rather than fear.

And lately, I’ve been (mostly) living in that hard-won mindset of expectant joy. Can’t wait to see what God will do next!

Yesterday, I began the day feeling so grateful. Nearly every detail had fallen into place, and I was finally looking forward to a few relatively stress-free days.

Who could have predicted that a massive internet outage would throw a wrench into my peaceful morning?

Sometimes when life’s circumstances are just so absurd, all you can do is laugh. That’s exactly what my friend and I did.

We reminded each other what we know to be true: God wasn’t surprised by any of this. He didn’t allow it as punishment or some kind of cosmic “gotcha.” And it certainly didn’t mean he didn’t care. If anything, he’s proven over and over how much he does care—through all the small and large miracles he’s worked in this project.

Surprisingly, I didn’t panic. I prayed fervently for a quick fix, and I asked others to pray too. One of my sweet friends asked, “What’s your Plan B?” She knows my inner FEMA Director always has Plans B through Z ready!

But this time, I calmly told her, “There is no Plan B. I’m just praying it gets fixed soon.”

And sure enough, by Monday evening, I could finally log in and catch up on all the day’s registrations.

Looking back, I can only smile at how much emotional energy would’ve been wasted had I given in to panic. Instead, God’s peace covered me, and that was enough. (Although, I’ll admit, a hot fudge sundae helped too!)

So yes, it’s 9 p.m. Monday night, which officially makes this the latest I’ve ever written a post that’s scheduled to go live Tuesday at 7 a.m. But after seven years of weekly blogs, one thing remains true:

God has never failed to show up and give me a topic. His record is still perfect.

You keep him in perfect peace

whose mind is stayed on you,

because he trust in you.

Isaiah 26:3