Week 18: Movement, Mimosas & Maturity
Lord,
This week has felt light. Not empty. Not idle. Just… light. After months of clocking in, balancing clients and chaos, I stepped into a full week of not working. And the days started to feel like Saturdays. Quiet. Slow. Stretching out in a way that made me realize how much I’ve longed for this peace.
I didn’t even know how tired I was.
And yet, in the lightness, You’ve been loud—talking to me about my body, my health, my patience, and the role You’re preparing me for.
I rest. I work on what matters in this season. I obey. And I trust that I’m exactly where You need me to be.
Monday
The first full Monday without work. Strange, but peaceful. I applied to some more jobs. I didn’t have much to do, but I could feel You giving me space to just be. The kind of stillness that feels like a holy reset. The kind that nudges healing.
Tuesday
This day was full.
My first Temu order came in (yes, I was skeptical!), and I got a Pilates ring, a Pilates circuit board, and some cute house slippers. My mom and I tested them out, and even my nephew has been excited about it. “Can I have a try?”
“Can I have a try?”
Also, I had two job interviews—one of them so fast-paced I thought I was being pitched a product instead of offered a position. The man talked like a salesman, and something in me felt off. Later, my therapist confirmed it—turns out the company is under lawsuit.
Your protection always speaks in advance.
Speaking of therapy… she reminded me how far I’ve come. A year ago, anxiety had me heavy. I won’t lie—I had suicidal thoughts back then.
But not anymore.
I’m reminded of her words: Just because you feel something doesn’t mean it’s true. The Bible has a few things to say about that — “ The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?” (Jeremiah 17:9).
So, when we let every emotion dictate our direction, it’s like handing the enemy the keys and saying, “Drive.”
In the present. When the feelings come, I don’t crumble. I challenge them with the Word. I run to Scripture like, “Bet! Let’s go.” Today, I sit here freer. Stronger. More grounded.
This week’s session felt bittersweet — almost like a soft goodbye. Not because I’m quitting therapy, but because we’ve shifted to an “as needed” schedule. And that’s huge for me. I remember telling her in the beginning, “I don’t think I’ll ever not need you.” But now I’m saying, “I’m going to be okay.”
That’s God.
For years, I didn’t ask for help. I learned to cry in silence. To keep my tears hidden so no one thought I was weak. So, I wouldn’t leak onto others. But healing showed me that tears aren’t shameful — they’re sacred. You just can’t let them drown you. I’ve learned so much from Mrs. Cindy. And one day, I’m going to send her this book I’m writing. When she reads it, she’ll see just how much God used her as one of the pillars in my life — so that I could rise, heal, and help others with the gift He gave me.
And that night, I got to watch my niece sing “Almost There” from The Princess and The Frog at her school’s talent show—the same school I went to when I was her age. Full circle moments. You’re always writing them.
Wednesday
Quiet again. My nephew and I played a bit. One day I said I was going to work out at night and didn't. The next morning, my nephew looked at me and said, “You said you were going to exercise last night. Now it’s morning.” I just looked up at God like, Okay… I hear You.
Thursday
I went outside with my nephew. He made up a game with a ball, and we played it for about 30 minutes. We laughed. We moved. He ran away from bugs and insects screaming “Trisha, Trisha, it’s coming to me” and I have to de-escalate the situation. God has been showing me a lot through him. He’s five, but full of personality, questions, and constant requests for attention. And I’ll be honest — some days, it tested me. Especially, when I’m writing or working and he’s asking me to play every five minutes.
But then I see something deeper:
My patience growing. My parenting style forming — even without being a parent yet. I see how I want to show up for my future family. Not just available. Not just present. But active, balanced, and rooted in purpose.
One moment stood out:
He kept bringing me a broken transformer toy. Over and over. But I realized — he didn’t need help. He just wanted my attention. my time engagement. So, I used it as a teachable moment — showed him how to fix it himself, then praised him when he was able to do it on his own. It was small. But it was big. That’s the kind of mom I want to be.
Friday
My nephew went home. And I went back to work — on the website, on myself.
Saturday
I started the morning with prayer and a good stretch. Then, I dove into the book of Job.
And Wow! — it challenged me.
At first, I was nodding with Job’s friends. But then I caught myself: they lacked compassion. They quoted some scripture without love. Scripture without softness. And that’s not what You call us to do. After reading some pages, I cleaned my room and started prepping for my Pilates workout with my new circuit board from Temu. The goal? Health. Discipline. I haven’t had Hot Fries in over a week. And I feel You convicting me: Don’t harm what I’ve healed.
So, I’m listening. And I’m trying one step at a time.
Sunday
Today started with a plan: pray, worship, and work on website.
But it shifted quickly.
My mom informed me of a surprise 50th birthday brunch to attend for a cousin. And the theme? Pastels. Let’s just say — I don’t own a lot of pastels. But I threw on jeans, a white top, and a pink heart hat — and somehow, it worked.
Being at the party reminded me just how much I’ve grown. I don’t drink. Well, I don’t like the taste of alcohol. But does anybody, really? The music was loud, the energy high, and I was genuinely happy to celebrate my cousin’s 50th. I was there. I sung Happy Birthday. I hugged people. I smiled. I engaged at some moments. But even in that space, I was aware.
While everyone danced and toasted, I was on Squarespace, working on my website. Not because I was bored. Not because I didn’t care. But because my spirit was tuned into something else. Something deeper. I was present in body, but focused on something more eternal.
I’m in a season of Let’s Goooo ( In Glorilla’s voice) — a season of real tangible growth.
And growth doesn’t always look like joining in. Sometimes, it means honoring the moment while also honoring the mission. Because honestly? I’m not in a season of watching the lights dance. I’m in a season of following the Light — steady and sure. Even if that means I look boring on the outside. Even if that means I carry the label — different. Because this mission is real. And staying the course is the party.
And Lord —
I’m just grateful and thankful you invited me into this season.
Grateful You’re walking me through it.
WHAT I’M LEARNING
That rushing the process isn’t the same as stewarding the promise. Slow obedience is still obedience — as long as it’s rooted in truth, not fear.
WHAT FAITH IS SHOWING ME
“In their hearts humans plan their course, but the Lord establishes their steps.” - Proverbs 16:9
Faith reminds me I don’t have to have it all figured out — I just have to keep stepping in this season with Him.
WHAT I’M WORKING ON
The website and continuing to prioritize my health — body, mind, and spirit.
WHAT I’M LISTENING TO/CONSUMING
Rob Hill – Indie Tribe
Altar – Hulvey & Forrest Frank
Hard Fall Hallelujah – Brandon Lake & Jelly Roll
Eyes On Us – John Keith
Ooh Wee – Torey D’Shaun
The Book of Job
Battle Camp (Netflix)
What I’m Building
A life that reflects obedience and peace — not just productivity. A foundation that lasts beyond the moment.
WHAT’S COMING UP
Mor Lifing. More Listening. More Light.