Just Vicky G

I was out on a walk the other day, and my legs were burning from the pace.I remember looking down at my feet and hearing it clearly: You set the pace. (Thanks, God—I know that’s You, and I’m listening 🙂) So, I slowed down. My legs stopped burning so badly, and almost immediately my thoughts shifted to something deeper. All the times in my life when I’ve let other people set the pace for me.The times I saw someone doing something faster or better and decided I needed to match

“Coffee, God? Really?” I stood in my kitchen, about to make my morning cup, when I heard it clear as day: give up coffee. I’ve worked really hard to hear God in my life, so I listened. No arguing, no delaying—I stopped that day, cold turkey. And the biggest lesson I learned from it had nothing to do with coffee. Lent was always about giving something up for 40 days. But this year made me realize—it may not always be about giving something up. Sometimes God might ask me to pic

My husband said the other night at dinner, “This is one of my favorite meals you make.” It wasn’t anything special—just one of those meals passed down from my father. The kind I’ve made so many times I don’t even need to look at the recipe. The kind of meal that is comfort and makes you feel good after the first bite. I have fond memories of my father making this meal for us when we were kids. He was a truck driver, so he was gone sometimes for days at a time. We always liked