Consistency has never been my strength. Routine rattles me. Repetition dulls me. I crave beauty, creativity, and moments that stir the soul—so yes, there are gaps between posts, and yes, I get distracted by the wonder around me. Can anyone else relate?

But there is one rhythm I hold fast to: my daily time with God. It anchors me. It reminds me to ask for help—not from the world, but from the One who’s never too busy, never turned away, and always ready to carry what I can’t. Who else invites us to bring our burdens with open arms? Only Him.

Today, I thank God—for my life, my family, and even the fullness of my days. The very things that stretch me are also what fill me with the deepest joy.

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calm before the storm