Amber McCollum | AI • Investor • Experience Strategist

I’ve said it on many stages: “Nobody’s coming to save you.”

What I didn’t expect is that line would be my life way sooner than I imagined. Funny, right? I taught it to rooms full of people, to get them to move and I thought I also had the mindset to weather just about any storm.

I mean, I have a history of weathering storms and it being okay. 🥹

The truth of it all is that, I guess, in the background of my mind I thought maybe I had given enough goodwill deposits to others, that if I ever got in a pinch, somebody actually could come save me.

Turns out that’s just not the way it works. I wasn’t lying on stage about who’s coming. 🤣

I didn’t get a rescue, and I still don’t have a shortcut. I’m still surviving. In some ways, I’m the most positive person I know, and that’s a lot of who you see. Good. This will be no different. This post has a happy ending.

There have been tears of whispered prayers that I’m certain reached straight to heaven.

God.

That’s who saves Amber. I’m not saying there haven’t been some unexpected angels doing work on His behalf, because for SURE there have been. (Thank you, btw!)

Stripped down to the bones, that’s how it was meant to be. I was meant to be defeated. That grew my faith more than any blessing ever could.

If you’re waiting on somebody to come save you, friend, hear it from a woman who’s said it on more stages than she can count. Nobody is coming.

I bet on me now, not partners, not friends, not other humans…ME, but with a twist. I bet on the version of me that leans on the only true Savior.

You should too. ❤️