When the Freight Is Light and the Problems Are Heavy: Finding Strength at 4:17 PM

There are days in the freight world where nothing moves—literally or spiritually.

The boards are slow, customers go silent, and the loads you do have seem to come pre-packaged with problems.

Today was one of those days for me.
Another slow week, another Friday where it feels like I’m pushing a boulder uphill with one hand and holding my sanity with the other. By mid-afternoon, I felt drained, frustrated, and questioning why I even show up on weeks like this.

But something shifted around 4 PM. Not the freight. Not the phones.
What shifted was me.

The Reality No One Sees

People hear “truck broker” and imagine phones ringing, deals popping, negotiations buzzing. But they don’t see the mental grind of keeping customers calm, finding solutions with no trucks, and trying to stay honest without losing margin. They don’t see the pressure of being the glue in a system that breaks twenty times a day.

And when it’s slow?
You feel useless. Disconnected. Like you’re waiting on something that never comes.

But sometimes God uses the quiet days more than the busy ones.

A Prayer at the Desk

Today, before I jumped into the last couple hours, I said a small prayer—just a few lines to steady my mind:

“Lord, steady my hands and calm my mind. Help me work with patience and integrity, even when results are thin. Remind me that You see effort I think no one notices. Amen.”

It wasn’t dramatic.
It wasn’t loud.
But it was enough to pull my head above the water.

Because the truth is, God doesn’t stop writing just because the chapter feels slow. And not all blessings look like easy loads or good rates. Sometimes the blessing is simply endurance.

Showing Up Is Victory

I didn’t close a massive deal today.
I didn’t save the quarter.
But I did something better—I stayed present. I stayed steady. I didn’t give up or coast, even when everything in me wanted to.

There’s a quiet kind of victory in that.

In this industry—and in life—most people quit long before the breakthrough. But every low-volume week, every stressful afternoon, every “why am I even doing this?” moment is actually training. Not punishment. Training.

Training your character.
Training your patience.
Training your consistency.

The freight always comes back.
The momentum always returns.
But the question is: Will you still be standing when it does?

Today, I stood. Even if I wobbled.

A Mantra for the Hard Hours

As the afternoon dragged, I kept repeating something to myself:

“Keep the wheel steady. My break’s coming, not my breakdown.”

Sometimes that’s all you need—one line to hold onto when everything feels like it’s slipping.

And on the faith side:

“God’s still writing — this page just feels slow.”

That one hits different. Because if God can create worlds out of silence, He can certainly handle a slow Friday in logistics.

Clocking Out With Peace

When 5 PM hit, I didn’t feel defeated.
I felt finished.
And there’s a huge difference.

I didn’t change the world today, but I did something more important:

I didn’t quit on the day.
I didn’t quit on myself.
And I didn’t quit on God.

That’s enough.
That’s more than enough.