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. 🐧

A snake showed up outside my window, and I responded with the grace of a woman leaping onto her sofa screaming for backup. But somewhere between the panic and the diplomacy ("Please go, but not to either neighbor"), I learned something about facing your fears. They rarely look brave in the moment. Sometimes courage looks like standing on furniture, negotiating with a reptile through glass, and surviving anyway.