I Thought My Business Was Failing. God Called It Transition.

A month into motherhood—on Easter weekend—I’m crying to my husband, saying, “I don’t want to do this anymore,” because once again, I’m stressed about finances and our business.

We discuss him going back to work for another company. We talk about downsizing the company. We talk about an exit strategy.

I cry because I built something that could be coming to an end. I cry over feeling like a failure at the thought of closing my business someday.

My mother suffers a fall on Easter Sunday and ends up staying in the hospital for three weeks. My grandmother has a stroke the day after Easter. Needless to say, I was hanging on by a thread.

My husband, feeling helpless, begins updating his résumé and preparing to look for a day job to supplement our income.

I begin to check out and think about how I could pull off an exit strategy. This was my M.O. If I couldn’t see the end, if I couldn’t see a direct path to a solution, I would shut it down. I would go into emergency shut-off mode. I would plan a way to run away from the situation.

However, God reminded me of how far I’ve come as a business owner.

I’ve been full-time in my business for almost a decade. We thrived during COVID and continue to provide a premier service in our community. I’ve built flexibility into my life. In 2022, my husband joined me in our company full-time. When we had twin girls in March 2026, we were both able to take leave and fully be present for our daughters. Even now, our girls attend Night Watch Childcare with their daddy—who is the lead infant teacher.

I stepped into grant writing and have helped secure nearly a million dollars in funding since 2023.

Was I really ready to toss all of that aside for a safe job?

God reminded me of all the good we’ve been able to do in our community. The families we’ve been able to serve. The opportunities we’ve been able to create.

More importantly, God reminded me that my pride has led me here before.

In my old life, I was a teacher. I PRIDED myself on being a teacher. I have an apple tattoo on my wrist! However, God had been calling me to more early in my career. But hopes of becoming Teacher of the Year or receiving some kind of accolade kept me in the classroom.

Despite several incidents over the years that didn’t make sense to me at the time, I attempted to “ride it out.” I cried. I fought. I was FIGHTING to stay in a role that was no longer meant for me.

Years passed.

I was passed over for positions I was highly qualified for. I was suspended over rumors and loopholes. I received letters in my file about gossip.

I look back now and chuckle because the 2026 version of Amy would NEVER. LOL.

Yet here I sit again, uncomfortable in my business.

Viewing it as a failure instead of what it truly is: God calling me to transition.

Childcare was the destination I could clearly see. There was a path already laid out through licensing, regulations, and systems. I simply had to follow the manual, and I could own a childcare center.

But God is now calling me to something less certain through our nonprofit organization, Owl’s Nest Learning Hub—a name ChatGPT gave me when I shared my vision for what could exist beyond my childcare center. We’ve been using the name ever since.

My pride would keep me in childcare mode because that was familiar. That was comfortable. That was easy to define.

But what if I failed at the nonprofit?

What if, in a few years, we take a leap of faith and transition our team fully into the nonprofit? Then what?

Those questions reveal where my faith still needs work.

In those moments, I was valuing my own pride and ability over God’s plan for my life.

What does the future look like for me?

Faith.

Leaning into God’s will.

Trusting that if something doesn’t go as planned, it was literally God’s will for it to unfold that way.

Two months after Easter, Grandma is doing well. Mom is slowly making her way through physical therapy. And I am confident in God’s plan for my companies.

As we make this transition toward growth, I am leaning into God’s will, knowing that He already has this program fully funded. He already has the connections. He already has the families we are meant to reach.

More importantly, I am resting in the fact that every hiccup, every payment delay, every contract that falls through, and every partnership that doesn't materialize is a perfectly ordered step in the next phase of the journey.

Looking back, I realize I wasn't standing at the end of something.

I was standing at the beginning of something new.

What felt like failure was actually God calling me into transition.

The same God who led me into childcare is now leading me into the next chapter. And this time, instead of fighting for certainty, I’m choosing faith.

Because I’m not failing.

God’s moving me.