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.

I came home from church feeling blessed, covered, and cute… only to walk straight into what felt like a heat advisory. I’m talking instant sweat. Edges threatened. Salvation still intact, but under pressure. Naturally, I said: “Why is it HOT like this?!”

On my evening stroll, minding my business and pretending I was getting “cardio,” I bounced upon the most disrespectful little flower. Disrespectful… because it had no business being that beautiful 😊.

So listen… I thought the hog chapter was closed. Conquered. Slain. Cooked. Plated. Victory dance and all. 🐗✌🏽