Self-Care Saturdays ~ Get Still

 


    This morning I thought about how my mom would always tell us to get still when we were little. We were busy little people. I can only imagine that my mom wanted us still so that she could have a moment of peace. 


    Often we want people to get still. What happens when we get still ourselves?


    Here lately my mind has been racing with all of the things going on in my life, in our country and ideas that I need to get out on paper. One evening I went for a walk and I came back and sat on my porch. As I sat there I thought maybe I should get my laptop or maybe I should finish the book that I'm reading and God said, "Just sit still. Do nothing." I looked out from my porch and I saw the trees swaying in the wind, the beauty of the sun going down and children riding their bikes up and down the street. 


    I sat still and realized that more often I need to say to myself, "Get still. Do nothing." Even if for a moment.


    As you go about your day, take moments to be still, to calm your mind.  Listen to what God wants to tell you, listen to the wind blowing, listen to the laughter of those that you love and in that moment, just be. 


    Be well. Be blessed. Be encouraged. All things are working together for your good. 


One Year Later - A Year Without My Father


 A year. 💛

It’s been a year

Since my world shifted.

A year since I last lived in a world
where my father was just a phone call away.

And somehow…
I’m still here.

Not unchanged.
Not untouched.
But still standing.

I’ve learned that grief doesn’t disappear.
It softens, it stretches, it settles into the quiet places.

I’ve learned that love doesn’t end
It just finds new ways to live inside of me.

There were days I didn’t think I’d get through.
Days I moved slowly.
Days I didn’t move at all.

But I made it.

And today, I honor him
not just in my tears,
but in my living.

The very last thing that I wanted to do today was leave the house but I did. I went and voted and I thought about my father. He would have voted earlier in the day and watched the news all day listening for the results.

That was one thing that I did today to honor him. I tried to be productive around the house. I spent today trying to do normal things. Realizing at the same time that things aren't normal anymore.


Two Days Before One Year

I remember the version of me from this week last year—

tired, behind, trying to catch up to a life
that felt like it was moving faster than I could follow.

I didn’t know what was coming.
I didn’t know how much would change.

But I showed up anyway.
In the middle of stress, recovery, and responsibility—
I was still loving, still reaching, still trying.

And now… here I am.

A year later.
Still missing you.
Still feeling the weight of your absence in quiet moments.

But also—
creating again.
Breathing deeper.
Finding pieces of myself that grief didn’t take…
it refined.

I am not who I was.
And I’m not who I will become.

But I am here.
And that means something.


Hello May 🌸


May this month bring you peace, time to be creative, moments of reflection and the grace to rest while you wait on everything meant for you.