God’s Goodness

“Oh, I will sing of the goodness of God.”

On Saturday mornings, I’m usually at Barre Fit and in the gym—busy and constantly on the move. But this morning, I was exhausted, so I slept in.

When I finally awakened, I started tidying the house and doing a few small things around the room. That’s when the Holy Spirit gently, yet firmly, arrested me and said, “Listen to CeCe Winans – Goodness of the Lord.”

I hesitated. I wasn’t really feeling it. But I chose obedience.

As the song played, something shifted. I began to feel God’s goodness wash over me, and I felt——that He loved me. I started praying in the Spirit, speaking directly to God in my prayer language, and it flowed so freely. You know that moment when prayer isn’t forced—when you know you’re speaking directly to God? That’s exactly how it felt.

The more I worshiped, the more His goodness overwhelmed me, and I could feel the weight lifting.

In that moment, I was reminded of two things. First, a message I recently listened to by Creflo Dollar titled “Cast Your Cares on God.”

Second, I was taken back to this same month—February—fourteen years ago.

At that time, I was a married. God led me into a fast from February to March, and on the final day, He gave me a prophetic word about my future: “Be broken for Me.” I had no idea what would be revealed just days later.

Shortly after, painful truths about my marriage began to surface. It was shocking. I was trembling all over. That moment changed my entire life.

I left Atlanta and returned home. I started over—unexpectedly stepping into a fitness career that took off, while also enrolling in school to rebuild my life as a single woman.

I had very little work experience. No degree. And the home I returned to was in foreclosure.

I share all of this because, before today, I’ve been feeling overwhelmed as a single mother. I haven’t been in the space to truly worship God—not intentionally, but emotionally. I just wasn’t there.

As single mothers, we carry a lot. We exist in mental states that should qualify us for free therapy and priority seating in a therapist’s office—but we’re too busy to sit down. We have to wake up and go to work. Cook. Clean. Run households. Care for our bodies. Squeeze ourselves in wherever we can.

There’s no flexibility between dental appointments, doctor visits, school obligations, and work schedules. PTO is limited and quickly drained by emergencies—not just for our children, but for our families. We’re constantly punching a clock and catching our breath on the weekends.

And with all of that—the responsibility, the protection, the constant worry—we often don’t have the capacity to get the help we need.

But in moments like this—when we finally slow down—God gives us exactly what we need.

His overwhelming goodness touched my heart and gave me strength in an instant. No matter what you’re facing right now, no matter how heavy it feels, God’s love and goodness are enough.

Lastly, I’m reminded that I’m in my favorite season of the year. I’m a summer girl. I was born in November, but I was conceived in February.

February is the month God defines and redefines me. It was the last time my parents were together—over 49 years ago. It was also the month, 14 years ago, when I went on a fast that changed my marital status and the trajectory of my life.

February means Easter is near—and Easter is my favorite holiday because it defines Savior for me. It tells the story of Christ, who endured the shame of the cross and rose three days later to save the world.

So yes—February is my month. And I believe God is about to do something in my life—and yours—if you believe.

I hope my testimony encourages you today, because it has deeply encouraged me.