Last night, my tears returned—not from sadness, but from release. The night I got my tears back was the night I remembered that peace is still my protest, and softness is still my strength.
I wanted change to happen fast. I prayed, I waited, I got frustrated. But the longer I sat with it, the more I realized—God wasn’t slow. He was steady. And that steady rhythm became my healing.
Limiting my driving has turned me into a delivery lifestyle girlie—and it’s been abundant in ways I didn’t expect. Here’s my recurring list of Amazon Subscribe & Save essentials that keep my home stocked, my spirit lifted, and my life flowing.