But before we get to Chapter 17, I need to slow down and talk about what happened in the space between the love story and the babies — because it wasn’t all angels singing and wedding bells. It was also temptation, a secret I was carrying into church every Sunday, a funky attitude, wild emotions, and a pregnancy test on a Tuesday that explained and Glitterally changed everything.

I talk about purity in this episode — not from a high horse, because honey, I fell off that horse. I talk about it from the mud. From the place of someone who knew better, wanted better, and still chose wrong. And I talk about what God did with all of it anyway.

If you’ve ever sinned and thought you were too far gone to come back to purity — this one’s for you. If you’ve ever been sitting in church carrying a secret — this one’s for you. And if your contractions have ever been literally off the charts — same, girl. Same.

Oh, and 1 John 5:14-15 hits different when you’re learning to pray according to His will instead of your own panic.

Chapter 17 is here. Let’s go.

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Some of the best moments with God don’t happen in a church pew or a quiet time journal. Sometimes they happen at 50 years old, driving home in the dark, belching on the microphone, singing the wrong words to the right song, and just being with Him.

This episode? I didn’t plan it. I just hit record.

No script. No outline. Just me, my car, and a God who has never once told me I was too much. Never said quiet down, dull your shine, I’ve had enough of you, girl. Never. Not once. And honey, that alone is worth pulling over for.

But then I started talking about what He’s actually done — and I couldn’t stop. Bipolar disorder. Paralyzation. A shattered disc removed at 14. Twenty-two years of back pain — gone. Shoulders that couldn’t lift a coffee cup — healed. Eleven times the enemy tried to take me out. Eleven.

And I’m still here. Driving home. Singing off-key. Praising Jesus in the driveway.

If you need a miracle — for your body, your mind, your relationships — this one’s for you. He is the same yesterday, today, and forever. And He is still in the healing business.

Come ride with me.

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Xoxo Blu

We’re talking diagnosis, medication, a sprinted ankle escaping my mama’s house in the dark, telling strangers at gas stations I didn’t think I’d survive the night, and a family of five in a minivan that I’m pretty sure God sent specifically to save both of us. I counted them. There were five.

I couldn’t lift my arms. I couldn’t close the front door. I couldn’t get off the top stair. But somehow I made it to a trampoline for my boy, and I laid there looking at the clouds praying Lord let this be funny one day.

It’s kind of funny now. Mostly it’s a miracle.

Marc doesn’t say a lot in this one — but what he says matters. And sometimes just showing up is the word.

If you’re in the dark place right now, this one’s for you. Not because I have it all figured out. But because God kept me around for a reason, and maybe that reason is so you know He’ll keep you too. 🤍

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Love y’all 🦋

Xoxo Blu