When God Whispers: How I Learned to Trust Divine Disruption

If I’m being completely honest, when I first heard God whisper, “You should bake cakes,” I was caught completely off guard—and not exactly thrilled. I’ve never been someone who enjoys working in the kitchen. Baking wasn’t something I ever dreamed about, prayed for, or even mildly considered. It wasn’t me. Or so I thought.

That’s probably why I felt so confused at first. Why would God tell me to do something that felt so far removed from anything I’d ever wanted to do? But the voice—that whisper—was distinct. Clear. Gentle, but impossible to ignore.

At this point in my life, I’d say I’m more spiritual than I’ve ever been. Over the past year, I’ve made an intentional effort to draw closer to God. I didn’t grow up going to church regularly, though my family did identify as Baptist. I always believed God was real. I’d heard testimonies, I’d seen miracles in other people’s lives—things that couldn’t be explained by logic. Deep down, I wanted that kind of relationship with Him too.

But I was also afraid. I used to believe that the closer you get to God, the harder life would get. That following a righteous path meant bracing for loss, or pain, or a season of tests. And I didn’t feel ready for all that.

But that day on the couch, something shifted. God came for me in the softest, most unexpected way. And I didn’t hesitate.

I started baking in 2020. Immediately, it felt like therapy—like a kind of escape. I felt good when I baked. Still do. (Even though my feet and knees would like to file a complaint after long hours standing over cakes and cookies!)

And every time I begin to doubt myself—every time I start comparing my journey to other bakers who seem more successful or more established—God sends me a reminder. A sweet review. A text from someone who’s still thinking about a cupcake I made weeks ago. A random order after a dry spell. Each little whisper is a reminder: You’re right where you’re supposed to be.

This journey has brought unexpected blessings, including people who’ve come into my life with so much support and belief in what I do. They see something special in me—even when I don’t. And they remind me, “You’ve got it. You’re playing around in the classroom when your gift is out here.”

It blows people away when I tell them I have no formal baking background. No culinary school. No grandma passing down recipes over a floured countertop. And yet, someone once told me my cakes taste like I was raised baking with my granny. I wasn’t. But I smile, because I know what’s really happening. It’s Him. Every step of the way, it’s been Him.

So I’ll ask you what I’ve had to ask myself over and over again:

Are you listening when God whispers? And if you are… do you trust what He’s telling you?