Afternoon Reflections

Rooted in Something Deeper

This afternoon, I find myself pausing—not because the day has slowed down, but because my soul is asking for stillness.

Today has been full of movement, voices, boxes, conversations, and questions. Full of plans and detours. Full of bruises and blessings. But deeper than all of it is this sacred thread: faith, hope, love, and family.

We are not drifting aimlessly through this life. We are rooted.

Rooted in generations who prayed before we even had names. Rooted in hands that held us when we were fragile. Rooted in stories passed down by those who endured storms and came through with light still in their eyes.

I think about my mom. About Barbi’s mom. About Bella’s laugh and Barbi’s steadiness. About the way my dad kept moving when life asked more than it gave. About the way Randy always shows up. About the kids who still carry my words in their hearts. These are the roots that hold me.

And maybe that’s the point.

We’re not called to have all the answers. We’re called to remember who we are. We’re called to keep telling the truth. We’re called to be still sometimes and just let the weight of love anchor us.

My body is tired. My heart is tender. But my spirit is aligned. I’m not lost—I’m resting in purpose.

I don’t have to run today. I just have to breathe. To be. To trust that the roots are holding, and the fruit will come in its time.

Because faith isn’t just believing—it’s remembering.

Hope isn’t just wishing—it’s standing.

Love isn’t just feeling—it’s choosing again and again to stay rooted.