MONDAY~ President's Day Snow again overnight. What had just begun to melt… now covered once more. A fresh layer of white resting over the yard like a quiet reset. There’s something about snow that slows everything down, It softens sound. It pauses movement. It invites stillness. After beginning my morning with my Morning Covenant Prayer, I wrapped my hands around a warm cup of coffee and sat for a few moments just watching the snowfall settle. And instead of feeling frustrated that winter isn’t finished yet… I felt gratitude. Because seasons — both in nature and in life — don’t follow our timelines.They follow God’s. This morning I’ve been working on something that feels deeply aligned with my purpose — updating my Ageless Wisdom Skool community. New cover picture. New categories. Preparing to build the classrooms. It may seem like small steps to someone else, but to me it feels like planting seeds. Seeds of connection. Seeds of hope. Seeds of opportunity for people who may feel isolated or limited by circumstance. There was a time when I believed life slowed down after retirement. Now I understand — life simply changes direction. Purpose doesn’t retire. Calling doesn’t expire. Growth doesn’t stop because of age or weather or circumstance. If anything, those things refine it. And just like the snow covering the ground again today, sometimes progress looks hidden for a moment. But underneath… something is still growing. TODAY’S REFLECTION Even when progress feels slow or covered over, God is still working beneath the surface. PRAYER God, Thank You for seasons — both the visible ones outside our windows and the unseen ones inside our lives. Help us trust that growth is still happening, even when we cannot see immediate results. Bless the work of our hands today, the ideas forming in our hearts, and the communities we are building. Give us patience with the process, faith in the direction, and peace in the present moment. Remind us that purpose continues to unfold at every age and in every season.

Parents and Teachers if you haven’t already, take the time this week. Teach your children from a very young age that the Sun rises in the East and sets in the West. That if you point your right hand to the East, your face will face North and your back will face South. That the direction of the water in a river is the direction towards the sea. That the Moon rises in the East and sets in the West. That if there is no moon there is a star that indicates the north and your latitude. That the more to the horizon you see the Polar Star, the closer You are from Ecuador. If you see a bird in the middle of the sea it is because there is land where it flies. Respect and love animals, trees, the earth and the elements that give us life. Teach your children all this before giving them a cell phone because the cell phone can lose connection and the signal will be lost... Wisdom is never lost. Let's not let them lose connection. Grandma Grady

COVENANT, CURRENT & COURAGE The air is crisp but softer today. Not the biting cold of last week — just enough to make the steam rise gently from my coffee as I sit wrapped in a light blanket on the wooden rocking chair outside. The snow is slowly melting. You can see it retreating from the edges of the yard, sliding back into the earth as if winter itself knows it’s time to loosen its grip. The koi pond is moving again. The waterfall is steady. That soft, continuous sound — water over stone — reminds me that life keeps flowing even when everything looks frozen. On the small table beside me rests my Bible, my pen, and my notepad. My Morning Covenant is open in front of me. I’ve been tightening it up lately. Refining the words. Making sure they reflect not just who I am — but who I am becoming. Because covenant isn’t casual. It’s intentional. And as I rock gently back and forth, I find myself dreaming again. About living on a cruise ship one day. About waking up to open water instead of snow. About designing a life that feels free, spacious, purposeful. And I smile because dreaming at this stage of life feels brave. There was a time when survival was the dream. Now, alignment is. Peace is. Purpose is. Provision is. I think about how far I’ve come. How many seasons have melted away. How many versions of me have existed before this one. And I realize something as I watch the snow disappear into the soil — Nothing leaves without making room for something new. Even retirement. Even reinvention. Even the idea of home. The waterfall keeps flowing. The covenant keeps strengthening. And I keep showing up. TODAY’S REFLECTION What you are refining today may be preparing you for a freedom you haven’t fully stepped into yet. PRAYER God, Thank You for seasons that soften.Thank You for dreams that do not expire with age. As I refine my covenant with You, refine my vision. Align my desires with Your design. Help me build a life rooted in faith, courage, and consistency — whether on solid ground or sailing open seas. Remind me that provision follows obedience, and peace follows trust.

How ironic, as I was finishing up writing my will and personal statement of my final wishes... this meme popped up - too funny, not to share. It's about the character; Debra's , final wishes.. It's hilarious to read. A Normal Family: The Surprising Truth About My Crazy Childhood by: Chrysta Bilton Here is what the book is about: The story of one wildly unconventional family that gains new meaning with each new member. For most of her life, Chrysta Bilton was part of a small, if dysfunctional, family. Her larger-than-life gay mother, Debra, had yearned for parenthood. But in the 1980s, single lesbians had few options. Until one day, when—while getting her hair done in a Beverly Hills salon—Debra met the man who would become Chrysta’s dad. Beautiful, athletic, and from a well-to-do family, Jeffrey Harrison appeared to be Debra’s ideal sperm donor. What Debra could not have known was that there was more to Jeffrey than he let on. A Playgirl centerfold hippie who struggled with drugs and eventual homelessness, Jeffrey would make only occasional appearances at the family home, which grew to include a baby sister for Chrysta. While Debra did not lean on Jeffrey to raise her daughters, she did come to depend on other women, alcohol, and the boom-and-bust economy of ’80s and ’90s California to keep her family afloat. It wasn’t until Chrysta and her sister were young adults that they discovered just how many secrets their parents had carefully kept from them, and each other, including that Jeffrey had made his primary living for almost a decade as a donor to the largest sperm bank in the world. Eventually, they would meet nearly forty siblings—with a new brother or sister appearing every few months—each with their own questions about themselves, their past, and the father they all shared. Normal Family is the story of embracing the family we have, in all its varied forms.

This is my Personal Morning Prayer Good morning, Lord. Thank You that I can feel my breath. That I can hear the birdies singing. That I am awake, aware, and alive. Today, Lord, I ask You to drown out the noise — the outside voices, the inner chatter — and remind me how happy You want me to be. So today, I am asking Your permission to do what makes Debra happy. And I promise, I will always ask You if it makes You happy too. Thank You for allowing me to hear Your Voice. I've learned to recognize Your Voice over the years, I will know in my spirit if You approve or not. Let me hear only Your Voice today, I pray. As I breathe in the soft, familiar fragrance of the perfume I’ve worn for over fifty years —a scent that smells like me —I’m reminded You have known me through every season of my life. Now, as I slowly open my eyes, I pray reverently that I will see every person eye to eye that you put in my path today the way You see them. Lord, You give me plenty of resources and opportunities. Help me recognize them. Help me notice the God-winks,the quiet nudges,the divine appointments hidden inside ordinary moments. Give me courage to obey quickly when You prompt me. Let me not hesitate when You are moving. And when this day is done, Lord, whisper to me before I fall asleep: “Well done, My good and faithful servant.I entrusted you with My gifts,and you used them wisely and faithfully.” You said if I am faithful over a few things, You will entrust me with more and invite me to enter into the joy of the Lord. I can’t imagine what the Joy of the Lord will be like…but I long for it. I long for eternal fellowship with You. Send Your Holy Spirit — my Helper —to guide me, steady me, and help me use my gifts wisely and faithfully today. Amen. Grandma Grady