Before she became the new editor of the Maplewood Herald, Amiee Little was all in her feels.
Aimee Little bit her fingernail as she surveyed the space around her. The place seemed stiff and lonely. Although, the woman on the phone setting the interview up seemed nice enough, pleasant, bright and happy. Interviews sometimes felt like you were walking the plank hoping that when you finally stepped off the edge sharks weren’t circling below you. She took at deep breath and let it out slowly.
Her mom, Charlotte, had convinced her to go for a better paying job at one of the local government offices in town. The Herald newspaper had laid off half their design and production staff due to lower subscriptions since the takeover from the new, not so altruistic, company. Mrs. Brighton, former owner, had been put in a nursing home recently and that gave her sons carte blanche to sell the paper out from under her. It was a sad reality of life sometimes.
It was sad life had become about how much money you could make to survive. The position she was applying for wouldn’t be the most creative but she had to think about her future, right? But all she could ponder as she waited was her most recent art project at the AKA Art Cafe and her great need to want to help Tori Rae and Flo make it into something bigger, special.
When they called her name to come into the interview, she knew if this position was meant to be, it would happen. God had a good way of rerouting her in life. But she knew she had other options she could see winking at her on the horizon. So there was still hope in her heart.
Aimee straitened her shoulders, took another deep breath and hummed the hymn from church on Sunday: God Will Take Care of You and walked head held high into the interview.
🌿 Maple Lane Devotional: Called to the Interview, Held by Grace
📖 Scripture Focus:
Isaiah 30:21 (NIV)
"Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, ‘This is the way; walk in it.’”
Aimee doesn’t know what’s next. She's torn between creativity and stability, calling and paycheck, beauty and survival. But she goes forward—biting her nail, whispering a hymn, trusting that God will reroute her if needed. This verse reminds us that even in life’s waiting rooms, God is whispering direction behind us: This is the way, dear one. Walk in it.
💬 Devotional Reflection:
There are moments in life where everything feels suspended. We’ve left one place behind (a job, a dream, a season), but we’re not fully planted in the next. In this in-between space, it’s tempting to rush ahead just to feel something solid under our feet again. But maybe, just maybe, God is meeting us at the threshold—not pushing us forward, but holding us still long enough to whisper His better way.
Aimee reminds us that we don’t have to know how it ends. We just have to walk through the next open door, humming a hymn, trusting that the detour may be divine.
🙏 Prayer:
Dear God,
You know the questions I carry—the ones that hum just beneath the surface of my day. Should I say yes? Should I stay put? Should I move forward or let go? Remind me that I am not behind. I’m exactly where You need me to be for what You’re preparing. Like Aimee, help me breathe deeply, walk bravely, and trust Your whisper behind me. I know You will take care of me. Amen.
✍️ Journal Prompts:
What “interview moment” am I standing in right now?
What decision or unknown is making me feel like I’m on the edge of the plank?Have I ever seen God reroute my plans before?
How did that reroute end up better than what I wanted?What “hymn” is in my heart right now?
Is there a lyric, verse, or quote that brings me back to peace?What would it look like to walk into this next moment with hope instead of fear?
What’s one small way I can show up as brave even while I wait?
🌸 Devotional Bonus (optional activity):
Create a "Reroute Map":
Draw a simple path (like a winding road). Label a few detours, closed doors, and turns from your past. Then write down the blessings or unexpected gifts that came because of those reroutes. This can be a visual reminder that waiting doesn’t mean wasted.
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