I must admit, October isn’t my favorite month. Everywhere you look, there’s Halloween gear—from houses decked out like haunted mansions to puppies on my morning walk dressed as Chucky, the creepy doll. It truly unsettles my spirit.

This week felt like one of those “Octopus Attack” weeks—the kind where the enemy seems to have tentacles wrapped around every corner of my life. I was pulled, stretched, and tested from every angle. In my frustration, I cried out to God.

We’ve all been there. You sneeze, and you expect that polite, “Bless you!” from someone nearby. It’s almost as automatic as the sneeze itself. My daughter? She’s a firm believer in this sacred exchange

Not too long ago, my dad and I embarked on a grand repotting adventure. After all our hard work, the plants looked pristine, the pots were refreshed, and everything seemed in perfect harmony—until a particularly mischievous squirrel decided that this scene was far too clean for its liking.

I recently encountered a quote that deeply resonated: “I finally found my rhythm when I realized that every step backward was part of the dance.” It led me to reflect on the many moments in my life that felt like setbacks—times when I believed I was losing ground. Yet, those were not missteps; they were pauses of divine preparation.

Living by faith calls us to remain steadfast in every season of our lives. It’s about more than mere belief; it’s about embodying faith in the way we walk, talk, rest, and breathe. It’s a commitment to a lifestyle deeply rooted in trust in God.