Early mornings, busy evenings, and that third cup of coffee just to keep going. Lately, life feels like a blur of brain fog and busyness. But a simple preschool breathing exercise and a reminder from Isaiah 26:3 helped me see peace is still possible, even here.

Growing up, I thought I had to be “good enough” to get into heaven. Perfect. Sinless. Always right. That’s impossible. After high school, I finally understood—Jesus is perfect, He took my place, and His grace is the only way. 🌿

This week, gratitude felt stuck. My calendar was packed, my summer fun was over, and the “mom taxi” job was in full swing. But in the middle of the chaos, God sent a small win—a reminder that He cares about the little things too.

What is your “one”? What’s the thing God’s called you to do?

I saw a quote on Facebook the other day: “Sometimes we're so ashamed of ourselves that we automatically feel like Jesus is too. But He's...