Lately, prayer has been heavy on my heart in a new way. This Easter Sunday, something the preacher said about praying on his knees sparked an “aha” moment that sent me straight to my own knees, and into a deeper season of prayer and surrender.

I keep sitting here tapping my fingers on the keyboard, hoping the words will flow out onto the screen, but it feels more like a blinking cursor.

Today we celebrated our friends’ wedding, and it was such a full‑hearted day. I am so glad I said yes a little over two years ago to a book club invite with a group of ladies I did not know.

Good Friday feels heavy in the best way, reminding me to slow down, rest, and remember the mercy and grace that carried me here.

I just finished People We Meet on Vacation, and it made me think about why I keep moving and traveling: to feel seen enough, but not too much. A vacation is not the answer, but maybe staying in one place long enough to be known is.

Tonight, this is enough: a quiet house, an open notebook, and a few honest sentences.

A thrift‑store book called From Fibre to Fabric reminded me to ask, “Who am I before the world told me who I should be?”

In 2011, I decided I was done living to impress other people. What started as a money crisis became a turning point toward living a smaller, more honest life.

II decided not to just imagine writing tonight. I pulled my computer back out after closing it, and while that is not my favorite thing to do, I am here to write.

Showing up when you are tired, when you are busy, when the words do not flow … that is the action that moves us forward.

Today I am choosing to stay on the page, to write through the blank screen, and to remember that in a loud and confusing world, Scripture is still the one steady truth I know.

Open windows, jazz on the radio, my pup in his bed next to me, and a warm glass of lemon water on my desk. A simple spring morning that feels like the perfect place to begin again.

Here we are just a few days away from a new season. Autumn is almost here, and I can’t help but feel like the timing is perfect. With everything happening in the world, the change of season feels like a gift we desperately need.