TODAS LAS ENTRADAS

The river runs dry when study stops. Thought becomes shallow and the well, not one drop. The mind needs to flex, the fascia to stretch, to keep the voice of my flesh at rest. I can write this today after catching myself, because He formed the habit of return in me. Study is not discipline alone, it is how I remember where my life comes from.

I am struggling. Don’t worry. Franklin is fine. I am fine. Actually, I am better than ever. 2026 feels full of promise. So much growth. So many ideas. So much becoming. And yet, I am struggling. I have an anxiety disorder triggered by pregnancy, by the extra blood running through my body, by blood sugar drops in the middle of the night. When it happens, it feels like a panic attack. But it isn’t danger. It is chemistry. It is my body doing the hard work of sustaining life. Mo

Father, thank You for cycles. Thank You for beginnings and for endings. Thank You for seasons of incomprehensible waiting, and for moments of answers that exceed all expectations. I am so grateful for what 158 Buckeye meant in my life. Today it moves on, hopefully as a blessing to the family who will now call it home. It will never be something I regret. I will forever be grateful for the lessons learned there. Thank You for the strength and faith to buy it, for the obedience