Readiness is the illusion. Obedience is the truth.

For the ones who are waiting to feel ready to begin.

Coming into the New Year I didn’t have any goals in mind.

Instead of planning, I was tending.

Instead of goal-setting, I was responding to the life in front of me.

Between everyone getting sick, our 3 month old being hospitalized, and hosting family for the holidays, I haven’t made any space to ponder about what my goals will be as soon the calendar turns January 1st, 2026.

Over the years, I’ve never been someone who sets New Year’s resolutions. What I usually set are intentions- like seeds pressed into the fertile soil of God’s goodness, trusting they’ll bloom with effort and grace.

But this year, I haven’t even set any intentions.

I’ve simply been living.

I’ve been showing up fully to my life in the ways that I’m called to.

I’ve been tending to what’s in front of me.

I knew for sure I wanted to finish writing the entry that’s titled “I didn’t hold it all together and that’s when faith found me” but I thought that would be the end of it until I got the next inspiring wave to write again.

Instead, when I showed up to finish writing that piece— God met me there. He worked through me and on me. It moved me to write the entry so much because it was about something I deeply cared for that he lit the fire under me to keep writing.

What began as a simple recipe became something else entirely. It was a reflection on small daily commitments, on beginning the year without pressure and choosing presence over performance.

So on January 1st as I was at the peak of harboring a sore throat and cold - I made a spiced golden tumeric latte. I went to my back patio in the corner where the sun shines the brightest in the morning and I snapped a picture of the latte to share on my instagram.

I started typing out the recipe when I hard a gentle whisper that asked, “Can you write about it on your Substack?”

I thought “yeah, why not.” I’d rather share it on a platform where it’s going to be something that can returned to again and again rather than on a story that’s going to delete after 24 hours.

So I did. I pulled out my computer and I started typing out “Spiced golden tumeric latte” as I prepared to write out the recipe.

But God had other plans for me.

He continued to minister to me as I was writing and what was supposed to start as a simple recipe became me sharing small daily commitments to start out the year.

One of those commitments was to write daily for the entire month of January.

Again, not something I had planned on doing at all before that moment.

Since then, I have published 6 entries back to back and counting.

I am writing and publishing more in one week than I have throughout an entire year.

I am feeling the passion, the fire, and the zest in doing something I love.

Despite running on little sleep, I am invigorated more than I can wrap my head around.

Women are reaching out and sharing how something they read on here invited them to reflect on their own journey.

I have received both public and private comments that truly touched me.

I feel like I’m constantly in communion with the Lord throughout my days, being present to observe life and heeding the lessons he’s teaching me so I can write about it here.

I have felt so awe-inspired and full all because of the obedience to call to write about the Spiced golden latte drink on Substack instead.

So if there’s something that’s been sitting quietly on your heart—

a nudge that God has been calling you towards…

a sentence you keep postponing

a YES you keep meaning to give “when the time is right”

This is your invitation to show up.

God doesn’t shout.

He’s a gentle whisperer.

And the whisper is easy to miss when you’re burnt out, overwhelmed or waiting to feel ready.

But readiness has never been the requirement—

Obedience is.

Readiness is the illusion.

Obedience is the truth.

I didn’t plan this month. I still have no idea what i’m going to write about tomorrow.

I simply said yes and submitted myself into the fire. I showed up to the smallest prompting—the kind that could’ve easily been ignored.

And in showing up, I am discovering that God’s goodness was already waiting for me there.

The fire didn’t come before the obedience.

The clarity didn’t come before taking the step.

The blessing came after I said yes.

So pick up the pen, pull out the computer.

Open the document.

Press the keys.

Make the call.

Write the thing.

Do the thing.

Take the step.

How will you ever witness the unexpected blessings God has in store for you if you’re not willing to show up to receive it?

Warmly,’