Listen….all I was just trying to do…was move some fish.

Giant Danios, to be exact—fast, anxious, slippery little things that had no idea I had something better waiting for them. You see, I have been working on a 40-gallon tank just for them: more room to swim, a better flow, tall plants, shade, and floating Indian almond leaves for comfort until their red root floaters arrived.

It was everything they needed.
Everything I knew they’d thrive in.
But to them? I was the evil woman disrupting their peace. Messing with what felt safe.

The moment the net went in, they darted. I had to take out every hide, every rock, every plant they could squeeze behind. Didn’t they know I was trying to help? Why couldn’t they see I was moving them into more—into freedom?

And after all that chaos? I finally caught them.
I placed them in their big new tank, and wouldn’t you know it?
They’re swimming happily now. Darting around like they didn’t just stress themselves—and me—completely out.
Funny how quickly we forget the fight once we’re finally free.

As I stood there, net in hand, rolling my eyes hard for the 3rd time, whispering to fish that clearly didn’t care about me or my good intentions, I thought:

How often am I like this with God?

Resisting Rescue

The truth is most of us don’t like being pulled from what’s familiar—even if what’s familiar is too small for the growth God is trying to give us.

We dig our heels in and cling to cramped places because they feel safe. We confuse comfort with security and routine with peace. Even when what we’re sitting in is limiting us, we stay because it’s what we know.

But God, in His kindness, doesn’t leave us there.
He reaches in.
He removes what we’re hiding behind.
And sometimes it feels like everything is being taken away.

But what if it’s not punishment?
What if it’s preparation?

The Spacious Place

One verse that grabbed me as I reflected on this was 2 Samuel 22:20:

“He brought me out to a spacious place;He rescued me because He delighted in me.”

That line hit different for me.

Because this wasn’t just rescue for rescue’s sake. His motivation wasn’t punishment—it was affection. God delighted in David. And BECAUSE He delighted in him, God wasn’t just removing David from danger—He was moving him into freedom. Into something wider. Something more.

It made me think: How many things has God pulled me out of that I once begged Him to let me stay in? How many relationships, jobs, patterns, or seasons have I clung to for dear life because they felt safe—even though they were stifling me?

And when I finally came up for air—when I finally let go and exhaled—I could feel that “spacious place.” Sometimes physically. Sometimes emotionally. Sometimes spiritually. But always, always, lovingly.

When You’re Being Moved

Maybe that’s where you are right now.

Maybe you’re in the middle of the net. Maybe God is removing things you thought you needed. Maybe you’re hiding, resisting, running from His hand—afraid of what He’s doing, what He’s undoing, or where He might take you next.

If so, let me offer this:

He’s bringing you brought you out because He delights in you.

Not because He’s done with you.
Not because He’s angry.
Not because He wants to watch you squirm.

Because He sees something you don’t.
Because He knows what freedom looks like.
Because He loves you too much to leave you in something that can no longer hold the future He’s building in you.

I know… you feel pulled.
I know…you feel exposed.
I know… you feel like everything is shifting.

But here’s the thing: I also know this move isn’t your end.
It’s the beginning of your spacious place.

So let Him move you.

Even if it’s uncomfortable.
Even if it means leaving behind what felt safe.
Even if you don’t understand it yet.

Because on the other side of the move is a place wide enough for your growth, your healing, your joy—and your freedom. So what are you waiting for? Stretch out. Swim free. Because He definitely didn’t bring you this far to keep you small.

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo,