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.

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.

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

LOVE, MIRACLES & A MOTHER’S MEMORY The house is quiet this morning. A softer kind of quiet. The kind that comes when your heart is full before the day has even begun. Today is my daughter’s birthday. And as I sat with my coffee, talking with God, my mind drifted back 53 years… to a small mobile home tucked into the lush valley hills of Dover, Tennessee. I can still see it. Red clay roads. Morning fog hanging low in the holler. A town so small nearly everyone worked at the same place — Ely Walker pants factory, including me. I was pregnant with my miracle. Three doctors had told me I would never carry a child full term. But there I was… sewing belt loops onto men’s blue jeans. Promoted later to ticket clerk in the office. Working right up until two weeks before she was born. Her father, my husband worked at the sawmill with his father — hauling those massive logs that looked a mile long on the back of the hauler trucks. He was an off-bearer then — catching and stacking the lumber as it came off the saw. Hard, honest work. After our shifts, we would go back to the mill and shovel sawdust into 25-pound potato sacks. Load the back of the pickup truck as full as it would go. Drive thirty minutes to Clarksville to Frosty Morn Meat Packing that processed beef and pork, where that sawdust was used on their kill floor. One dollar a bag. That was extra money. That was provision. That was doing whatever it took. And then… three minutes before midnight… my sweet girl entered this world. My love child. My miracle child. The one they said would never be. And here she is today — 53 years later — living proof that doctors don’t have the final say. God does. The world looks so different now. Technology. Noise. Speed. But some things never change. A mother’s love. The sun rising and setting. God’s steady hand over our lives. And as I sit here remembering who I was then… and who I am now… I am overwhelmed with gratitude for every hard season that shaped us. Because nothing was wasted.

FRIDAY ~ FAVOR, FAITH & CELEBRATION Early morning today. Earlier than my usual 5:00 a.m. The house is still quiet. Darkness just beginning to soften at the edges of the sky. There’s an energy in the air. Not nervous. Not anxious.Just… anticipation. Today is Friday the 13th. A date that has never carried superstition for me.Years ago, on a Friday the 13th, I found a $20 bill. Since then, I always find something — a penny, a dime, a dollar — and I smile. My little “money from Heaven” reminder. One and three. Lucky numbers for me. My birthdate backwards. My My baby sister born on the 13th. Move-in dates. New jobs. Fresh beginnings. The 13th has always whispered favor to me — not fear. And today…today is a big one. Tonight is Night to Shine 2026. 👑✨ Over 970 churches. All 50 states. Over 70 countries. Thousands and thousands of Kings and Queens being celebrated. I’ve been up early because my heart is already there. With the gowns.The corsages.The red carpets.The parents wiping tears.The volunteers cheering. There is something so holy about celebrating someone the world often overlooks. And as I sip my coffee this morning, I think about how interesting it is —that a day many call “unlucky” is a day I have always associated with blessing. Perspective changes everything. TODAY’S REFLECTION What if the date you feared is actually marked for favor? What if the label you’ve accepted isn’t the truth at all? God has a way of turning what others call unlucky into something deeply beautiful. PRAYER God, Thank You for reframing things in my life. For turning superstition into celebration. For marking my days with quiet reminders that You are in control. Tonight, as thousands of special needs Kings and Queens are honored across the world, let Your joy flood every room. Let parents feel seen. Let volunteers feel purposeful. Let every child feel crowned, cherished, and adored. Help us remember that You determine favor — not a date on a calendar. And if today is marked with blessing, help us recognize it.