Sunday’s Writing

#SuperSundays: I used a gift card I won through a health app and treated myself to Starbucks this morning. I walked in, minding my business, and they handed me a free Red Cup for being a regular coffee consumer. A small, unexpected kindness. A wink from God. #WinWin 🤓

The Tribe… they were all here this weekend.

• Autumn fussed about my eating—and my not eating—habits. 🥰 A full Tillman. When she “moms” me, I hear Pearlie Mae, Val, and Keyna speaking through her. Healing comes full circle when our children carry the tone of the women who shaped us.

• Brutus texted a whole list of demands… while at work. 🧐🤷🏽‍♀️

• Darius seeking Umi duties. 🥰 His way of staying close.

• Damien, the big brother who shows up—not loudly, but faithfully. 💛 His presence always lifts me.

Damien and I spent Saturday together—shopping, movies, dinner. I drove him around for a bit. We got home and he immediately started dressing to go out again. I fussed because truly… he only comes to see his barber and his brother.

Him: “I’ve been with you all day.”

🤷🏽‍♀️🧐🙄

#FirstBornJiltsTheHeart

There’s a sacred sweetness in this stage of life—grown children finding their own paths but still circling back home in their unique ways. Their presence reminds me that love doesn’t leave; it shifts, expands, and deepens. Even the fussing is a kind of prayer.

Pair all of that with one spoiled pup and I feel surrounded by a living testimony of God’s goodness. 🌿🧡🌿 I’m leaning into these new chapters, not just gracefully—but spiritually aware.

🍂 Fall is here again. My favorite.

NC weather gave us every season this week:

🌦️☔️🌬️❄️☀️

But today is calm, bright, and warm in that gentle, soul-softening way.

This morning was #CoffeeAndQuiet and #PrayersAndSage.

A settling. A centering.

A reminder of Psalm 46:10 —

“Be still, and know that I am God.”

Stillness is not the absence of movement; it is the presence of awareness. It is choosing to pause long enough to hear what your spirit has been whispering all week.

Today, I’m reminded:

Healing isn’t optional; it’s required.

And it often begins in these small, ordinary, holy moments—

a free cup at Starbucks,

a child fussing in love,

a weekend full of familiar voices,

a quiet home after the laughter settles.

Happy Sunday, Good People.

Take care to take care of yourself. 🌿

Intimately worded,

Michelle ❤️‍🩹