“Bruised Peaches, But Still Sweet”
(Serious season, but we’re still laughing with lip gloss on.)
My Crown Slipping Moment
I’ve been laid up after surgery and getting hit with those lovely little “we’ve decided to go another direction” job emails. Nothing like being sore, unemployed and under-caffeinated to make you question everything. My crown didn’t just slip—she rolled clean off the porch.
Where God Showed Anyway
But even flat on my back, God whispered, “Rest, daughter.” Not hustle. Not perform. Just rest. Sometimes His biggest miracle is not opening doors, but letting you sit long enough to see which ones need to stay shut. I may not have the job I wanted, but I’ve got healing, peace, and a Provider who never rejects me.
Peach Pit of the Week
Let’s talk about the formal dress I ordered for the awards ceremony. She showed up tiny, shiny, and apparently sized for a debutante in drought. I shimmed, I shimmied… and I think I heard a zipper cry. That dress said, “Not today, ma’am.”
Sweet Slice of Truth
“The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.” – Exodus 14:14
(And maybe step away from the junior section when ordering online.)
What’s in My Peach Basket
While I’m recovering, I’m sketching out new faith-based drops and digital products—devotionals, scripture cards, and planners. If I can’t control the chaos, I can at least create something that points back to Jesus and brings somebody else peace (or a giggle).