Distraction

 Distraction

Distraction comes in many forms.
The enemy will use every single one to try and get you off track—off your goals, your healing, and especially your calling.

But nothing silences the dark side more than a focused, prayers-up, blinders-on believer.
The kind who can dodge fireballs from every direction without wavering in faith or losing sight of the vision God gave them.

This past week—and honestly, the few before it—have felt like a full-on attack.
Life has thrown curveball after curveball.
From kids hurling emotional grenades straight at my mom heart…
To a spouse whose words cut deep, reminding me that things “don’t just fall from the sky,” and that my dreams are “ridiculous,” basically.
Even the dog—one day limping like the end is near, the next acting like nothing ever happened.

Distraction, y’all.
And it usually comes through the people and things closest to our hearts.
That’s what makes it hit so hard. That’s what knocks the wind out of our sails.

So, how did I do this week?

I cried—a lot.
I forgave—over and over.
And I stood.

Like a tree in a hurricane, I bent so low I thought I might break.
But when the winds finally died down, I stood back up.

Yes, I cried.
Yes, I processed the storm and every painful gust of it.
Yes, I prayed—a lot.
Maybe even yelled at God a time or two.
But I didn’t quit.

And that’s the point, isn’t it?

Distraction’s goal is to get you off course.
But this week?

Distraction – 0
Dawn – 1