Peace Over Everything: My Reset

This season has been one of deep reflection and humbling lessons. My patience has been tested in ways I never expected. The Lord has truly sat me down, stripped me of distractions, and reminded me that my character must match my calling.

For three months, everything around me was shaking my home, my finances, my relationships, even my peace. It felt like the foundation of my life was being rebuilt right before my eyes. And you know what? It was.

God was pruning me, preparing me, and protecting me all at once. Through it all, I’ve learned to pause before I react, to listen before I speak, and to walk away when my peace is on the line. I’m no longer entertaining foolishness or people who play games with my time, my energy, or my spirit.

Now, I’m responding differently. I’m speaking up. I’m setting boundaries. I’m saying no without guilt. I’m protecting my peace at all costs. Because I’ve learned that if you don’t fight for your peace, chaos will claim it.

I’m focused on self-care, self-maintenance, and self-awareness. I’m making bold moves, stepping out on faith, and trusting that what’s for me will not miss me. I feel free. I feel grounded. I feel like me again.

Life is still life; but God is still guiding. Every day, I wake up with gratitude for new opportunities, renewed strength, and a deeper sense of purpose. I thank Him for the people He’s aligning with my path, for growth I can feel, and for the ability to support and uplift my hardworking husband and family.

So here’s my word for the month: Peace Over Everything.

If it costs my peace, it’s too expensive. If it disturbs my spirit, I’m walking away. And if it draws me closer to God, I’m all in.

I’m ready. I’m walking boldly into my next chapter, unapologetically, peacefully, and purposefully.

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