Pray Eat Slay

Today, on Easter Sunday, I find myself sitting in a place of deep gratitude.

Life doesn’t always look the way we imagined it would. Even though my father and both of my grandparents have been gone for some years now, I’m still grateful. Their love, their lessons, and their presence still live within me. In the way I move, in the way I love my family, and in the strength I carry every day.

Today isn’t just about what we’ve lost. It’s about what we still have.

My family is safe. I’m here in Germany, covered and protected, continuing to move forward. My sister is safe in Georgia, in a home she built from the ground up with her own hands. That alone is a blessing I don’t take lightly. We may be in different places, but we are still connected, still supported, still standing together.

My mother is the one who keeps me grounded, my sister is the friend I never had to ask for she was mine from the very beginning, and my child is who keeps me moving forward. It’s us against the world, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Just recently, I found myself stressed, trying to figure out how I was going to pay the mortgage on my house that I’ve been renting out for the past six years. It felt heavy in the moment. But right on time, things aligned and I just signed an agreement with new tenants.

That reminder hit me differently.

Even when I can’t see it, God is still working things out for me.

Easter reminds me that even after uncertainty, there is provision. Even after stress, there is peace. Even after everything, we are still here, still covered, still moving forward.

We are truly blessed and highly favored.

And today, I choose to sit in that truth.