Today I caught myself waiting to be rescued—hoping someone would ride in and fix everything. But the truth hit me hard: nobody is coming to save you. Not the way we imagine. Through tears, a chiropractor visit, grocery runs, and overdue emails, something quietly shifted. I stopped waiting and took the next small step. Maybe that's the rescue all along—trusting God, showing up honestly, and choosing to keep moving anyway. Waddle on. 🐧