Yesterday, disappointment knocked on my door. Not the kind that makes headlines. The kind that quietly settles into your heart. The kind that makes you replay conversations, recount numbers, question decisions, and wonder if everything you’ve been building is worth continuing.

I was peacefully taking my evening stroll when I heard the sounds of birds heightened. Usually, I walk with one earbud in, so I pulled it out to see what was going on. It sounded as if the birds were having a full-blown conversation. Then something strange happened.

Lately, I have become fascinated with birds. Not the majestic eagle soaring through the skies or the colorful parrot showing off for attention. I’m talking about one bird that looks like an accountant by day and a black-belt ninja by night. That is the Secretary Bird.

For years, my backyard had some very entitled visitors… iguanas. Not invited. Not paying rent. Not even saying grace. Just plain vandalism.

During my morning devotion, while reading Gospel of John 15:5, I had a very honest moment with God. I said, “Lord… I’m abiding. So… where is my MUCH fruit?” 👀

Today I witnessed the sacred, anointed, highly organized production line of Krispy Kreme donuts. Everything was flowing in divine order, cut, drop, fry, flip, glaze. Honestly, it felt like I was watching donuts live out their God-given purpose with more clarity than most humans. I was in awe.