Just Vicky G

I’ve heard something said a few times now that I can’t get out of my head: You can live life like a stopwatch, or you can live it like a timer. One is rushed, always counting, always aware of how much time is passing. The other allows space—time set aside, time to be present, time to just be. And I can’t stop thinking about it because, for most of my adult life, I’ve lived like a stopwatch. And I can’t help but wonder what I might have missed because of it. I became a mom at

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