June 2, 2026
I didn’t realize how long it had been since I sat still with God.
Not the rushed prayers while folding laundry.
Not the “Lord help me survive this day” prayers while running back and forth trying to make it to all the events.
Not the exhausted “thank you, Jesus” as I fell into bed.
I mean really sat with Him.
Life has been full lately.
State track meet.
Graduation.
Walk to Emmaus.
Celebrations, emotions, planning, driving, laundry, photos, late nights, and all the “mom things” that somehow still happen even when your kids are almost grown.
And honestly? I think I convinced myself that because everything we were doing was good, then spiritually I must be doing okay too.
But this past weekend, I realized something hard.
Somewhere in all the busy… I had slowly moved God down my priority list.
Not intentionally.
Not rebelliously.
Just gradually.
And maybe that’s what makes it so sneaky.
Because most of us don’t wake up one day and decide we don’t need God. We just get distracted by life. By responsibilities. By good opportunities. By exhaustion. By trying to keep all the plates spinning.
And suddenly we realize we’ve been surviving off crumbs spiritually.
The crazy part is that everything around me looked “fine.”
I was still showing up.
Still serving.
Still doing all the things.
I thought I was tired, but sleep couldn’t fix it. Turns out I was weary.
This weekend felt like God gently tapping me on the shoulder saying, “Hey girl… I miss you.”
Not with condemnation.
Not guilt.
Just conviction wrapped in love.
And honestly, I needed that reminder.
Because God was never asking me to perform for Him.
He just wanted me close.
I think sometimes we put time with God in the category of “extra” instead of essential. Like we’ll get to it after the to-do list is finished.
But the truth is… the list never finishes.
There will always be another event. Another practice. Another load of laundry. Another deadline. Another reason to say, “I’ll spend time with Him tomorrow.”
And meanwhile our hearts slowly run dry.
So this week, I’m coming back.
Not perfectly.
Not with some elaborate spiritual reset plan.
Just honestly.
A Bible opened again.
A quiet prayer in the morning.
Worship music while I clean the kitchen.
Choosing His presence before my phone.
Because I don’t want a life that looks full but feels spiritually empty.
And maybe you needed this reminder too.
If life has been loud lately… if your soul feels tired… if you’ve realized God slipped lower on the list than you intended…
You’re not too far gone.
Just come back.
He’s still there.
Waiting.
Loving.
Welcoming.
Every single time.