Week 31: A Shift in the Mirror

You know, I was thinking about it…

This week? It was eventful.

Nothing too wild—but enough to make me sit with some things.

I ran errands, went to the gym twice before my break (thanks to the tooth situation), and somewhere between antibiotics and applesauce…

I found myself circling back to God, as always.

It actually started at a funeral I went to.

And I know… funerals can be a lot.

Heavy. Quiet. Full of emotions.

But something about this one… it opened me up.

Made me think about life. About creation. About why we’re even here.

It’s funny how the beginning of your week can look nothing like the end,

and yet somehow, God weaves it all together.

That’s kind of where I’ve been.

So let me tell you a little more about it…

The Funeral That Softened Me

There’s something about sitting in a room full of people remembering someone’s life.

There are tears, of course.

It’s hard to see someone you care about lie silently in a box and placed beneath the surface. Never to physically hug. Never to physically smile at. Never to share a glance or meal with. Just a goodbye that stains the heart.

But then

there’s laughter.

People telling stories. Smiling through memories.

And in the middle of it all, you feel it—

how beautiful and sacred life really is.

It reminded me to be present.

To not take this breath, this purpose, this moment for granted.

To do what I’m called to do…

not what distracts me.

Then Came a TikTok and a Revelation

That same week, I saw a video from @leahlorraine, and she was talking about Satan and The Garden of Eden.

And girl… it stopped me.

She said most of us hear about Adam and Eve being kicked out as punishment.

But if you go back and really read Genesis 3, God says:

“He must not be allowed to reach out his hand and take also from the tree of life and eat, and live forever.”

That’s not punishment. That’s protection.

Because if we lived forever in our fallen state,

we’d be stuck—like the enemy.

Immortal. Unredeemable. Cut off.

But because we can die,

we can also be renewed.

We can return to the Father.

We can shake off this flesh and rise again in Spirit.

That hit me hard.

Satan doesn’t get that.

He has no cross. No resurrection. No second chance.

That’s why he accuses us—he wants us condemned like him.

But we weren’t made like him.

He was in the presence of God and betrayed Him.

We were made from dust—and most of us still cry out to Him.

And that’s when it clicked:

Death isn’t just something that happens to us.

It’s something God can use to bring us home.

So yes, life is sacred.

But eternity with Christ? That’s the real goal.

Tooth Extraction, Prayers & Pause

Midweek I had my tooth pulled.

I wasn’t nervous at first, but once I got in that chair… my body tensed up.

I closed my eyes (like always), tried to think about something else…

But anxiety crept in.

And right in that moment, I heard it in my spirit: “Pray.”

So I did.

I called on God.

I sat in that chair and just… prayed my way through it.

Next thing I know, the dentist said, “You’re done.”

And I realized—I had been praying the whole time.

He carried me through it.

And honestly, what amazed me the most wasn’t even the procedure… it was the peace.
Because the old me? I would’ve stayed stuck in my head, spiraling, trying to figure it all out on my own.

But now? I run to Jesus.

Like a little kid running to their parent with every whim and wham—every worry, every fear.
And that moment reminded me just how powerful His presence really is—right here, on Earth, in our everyday lives.

When you lay your burdens at His feet, when you come to His side and let Him lead…

peace follows.

growth happen.

It’s not always easy—
but it’s better than carrying everything on my own shoulders…
or dumping it on the shoulders of my loved ones for them to sort through.
Because sometimes, we expect them to carry something that was never meant for them—
but for Him.

Gym Girl Era (Paused, Not Canceled)

Before the tooth thing, I’d made it to the gym twice.

I was on the leaderboard, burned 1,000+ calories in a day, and honestly felt proud of myself.

Hotworx has been more than fitness—it’s been therapy.

I’m not scrolling on my phone.

Just me, my sweat, prayers (because whew!!), and obedience.

And when I had to stop this week to rest, I felt a little sad.

But also… I realized how much I missed it.

And that made me proud too.

Because I’m no longer someone who avoids discipline in fitness —

I’m becoming someone who craves what’s good for her.

Slowly, but surely.

Obedience Over Fear

And girl—somewhere toward the end of the week, things shifted again.

I found myself writing. Like, really writing.

I picked my book back up because I’m going to be a published author.

Started organizing my website.

And guess what? It’s live. It’s up. I did it.

I dropped the fear.

Even when I still feel it, I’m choosing to move anyway.

Because at the end of the day, my calling is more important than my need to stay hidden.

More important than the fear of someone seeing my presence, or my work, or my words.

I want to get better.

I want to live in His will.

And I want to honor the gift God gave me.

So, I’m letting go of the perfectionism that’s been weighing me down for years.

As you know.

And I’m just… proud of myself.

Grateful for the Father I serve.

And thankful for the stewardship in my heart that keeps me uplifted—even on the quiet days.

A Near Miss, and a Gentle Reminder

And then, Saturday, something else happened.

I was out running errands with my mom—we had just picked up some cupcakes (I know, I couldn’t even really eat mine until like the next day with my mouth healing, but still). We were leaving the shop, and I was driving, headed toward a red light, slowing down like normal.

And something said, look in the mirror.

So I did.

And in that split second, I saw a car speeding up beside me—fast.

We were in a three-lane road: a truck in the first lane, the speeding car in the middle, and me in the far-right lane.

And just like that, the car swerved. Toward my lane. Toward my side.

I didn’t cry. I didn’t panic. I didn’t even speak.

I just swerved—quick. Calm.

And I whispered,

Thank you, Lord.

Because the way that car was moving?

If I had waited even a second longer to react… it would’ve hit me.

And it was close enough that if I stuck my hand out, I could’ve touched it.

That’s how close we were.

And what’s wild is—just minutes before, I was telling my mom about that TikTok I’d seen from Leah Lorraine. The one about Satan, Garden of Eden, Death. The one about how it’s not just a consequence—it’s a portal. A gift that allows us to be with God again.

And now here I was, sitting in the aftermath of almost losing my life or being severely hurt.

Peacefully. Calmly.

No cursing. No breakdown. Just stillness and prayers for the drivers of both of the cars that ran the red light and almost caused an accident.

And if you know me, you know that’s not normal.

I used to freak out in moments like that.

But I didn’t. I was… just still.

Until I began to calmly talk to my mom.

And it made me realize something deeper:

God really is renewing me.

Not just protecting me physically—but reshaping my spirit.

Because peace like that? That doesn’t come from me.

That’s fruit.

That’s the kind of calm that doesn’t make sense unless you know who your protector is.

So yeah… I’m still sitting with that moment. Still thanking God for His hand.

Knowing that I have a purpose I have to empty out.

I’m still amazed that He lets our weeks weave together like this—from conversations about peace and death to a real-time reminder of how precious life is.

Be safe out here. For real!

So yeah… that’s where I’ve been.

It’s been a week of stillness and stretching.

A week of rest and revelation.

A week of checking in with myself, and checking back in with God.

So, How about you, girl?

How was your week?

What’s been shifting—even if just a little?

What’s God been showing you lately?

Drop a comment. Text me. DM me.

I’m listening.