I want to move slowly, Father God. It’s been nine years posting in obedience when the spirit leads me. I am now seeing new things from your perspective and it is a ton to process. Thank you for the glitch and sending me yet another new song for my “Slowing Season”.

Why a Godly Glitch? Does your iTunes account leave the album you have chosen to play from an artist and then give you a song from the previous album?

I intentionally played “Fruit Takes Time” when I got off the phone with my husband. I had zero clues it was already 9:20 and I only had 25 minutes to wash my face, get dressed, brush my hair, etc.

Your divine humor really is all that and a bag of chips. You surged enough energy for an entire 7th grade classroom into the body of a 57 year old woman on May 8, 2025. The cartwheels the past three days have been the cherry on the top of your Heavenly Sundae 💜✝️💜

You have shown me my tiny amount of “bad tears” versus a powerful rushing stream of “good tears”. I feel my roots spreading and it’s going so much faster than I can describe.

Still, you know. Yada yada.

Today, you have given me so much to process, it seems pictures will tell the “nutshell” highlights.

Sweet Savannah shared so vulnerably with me about several topics. It was such a precious time for me getting to know her better. I want to feed her dinner at our home and play with their daughter. Her MIL name caused me to ask a question. A simple one- what was her MIL’s first name?

I shared the song given to me Monday morning on my way to work. Again, how in the heck does my iTunes play through my phone to my car, all while allowing me to video myself hundreds of times the past year or two.

More to be added. So very sleepy after staying at the shop am extra 90 minutes with Miss BBW” Blake Dynasty”. I can not use her given name as it is unique and would identify her. The only names I use are those who are in agreement. How she ended up there at 8:15 and everything which followed is worthy of five posts to break it down.

Rachel was such a blessing to me today. I had promised a customer I would personally deliver his order after the shop closed. in the moment Dynasty left, I was gathering my things and was nudged to ask Rachel for help in retrieving what I needed to honor my word more timely. A delivery after 10 pm was God’s Timing.

Based on the timestamp, I should have been home at 10:30. That was not Gods Timing. It was closer to 11:44 pm.

My car is being glitchy and Instead of fear, I called Mark and shared the reality of my Ford Edge’s behavior. 🤣. Somehow, the accident didn’t leave a mark on my passenger seat side. Thank you, Jesus, for every little detail not included. Thank you for the sweet way Mark immediately prayed over me and the peace which flooded my heart!!!! Thank you for your impeccable timing!!

Blake was starving and came to the kitchen when I finally made it home around 11:39-44.

Keep breaking me, Jesus. I dig how you are putting me back together. I love you.

💜✝️💜