April 15, 2026
I haven’t sat down to write in a while… and honestly, life has just been full.
Easter came and it was everything I needed it to be. Church, family, that deep reminder that Jesus is alive and still moving in our everyday lives. There’s just something about Easter that settles your heart again—like a reset you didn’t realize you needed.
And then… Sunday came.
Judy passed away.
It was sudden in a way that still doesn’t quite make sense. She was at the church fundraiser that morning—serving, helping, doing what she always did. And by choir practice that evening… she was gone.
All in the same day.
We’ve been sitting in that all week.
Judy had a quiet way about her. She wasn’t loud or overly expressive, and sometimes she was hard to read. But one thing was always clear—she showed up. She was a good and faithful servant.
If something needed to be done, she was there. Serving, helping, filling in the gaps wherever she was needed. The kind of faith that doesn’t always draw attention… but holds things together behind the scenes.
And over time, I grew to really appreciate her. Her and Fred.
Her funeral is tomorrow.
And it just feels tender… knowing we’re about to say a more final kind of goodbye.
And somehow, life doesn’t pause for grief.
We’re also in the middle of getting ready for prom.
Picking out dresses. Talking through details. Watching Kalyn step into one of those big, beautiful milestones that reminds you just how fast it all goes. One minute you’re holding their hand walking into church as a pretty little princess in her little high heel shoes that only she could pull off, and the next you’re watching them get ready for a night they’ll never forget. Senior Prom.
It’s a strange mix of emotions—joy and grief, excitement and heaviness—all living side by side.
And if I’m being real… it would be so easy to rush past it.
To get caught up in the busy.
To miss the meaning.
To let one emotion drown out the other.
But I keep coming back to this quiet nudge in my spirit:
Pay attention.
God is everywhere.
He’s in the Easter joy.
He’s in the heartbreak of loss.
He’s in the laughter over prom plans and the chaos of busy days.
He’s in the in-between moments we’re usually too distracted to notice.
We just have to have our eyes open.
Because when we do… we start to see Him in places we didn’t expect. In the strength to keep going. In the peace that doesn’t quite make sense. In the reminder that every moment—good or hard—is held by Him.
Life doesn’t slow down so we can catch it.
We have to choose to see it while it’s happening.
So that’s where I am right now.
Not caught up.
Not perfectly balanced.
But aware.
Eyes open.
Heart soft.
Looking for Him in all of it.
And He’s there. Every single time.
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If you’re in a full, stretched, emotional season too… you’re not alone.
Don’t miss Him in the middle of it. 🤍