Later, I reached out to Amanda and Jesse to see if they’d like to grab dinner, and we ended up at Texas Roadhouse. Jesse is my former stepson, and after more than 25 years apart, God orchestrated a reunion that neither of us could have imagined. Amanda, his wonderful wife, has become such a blessing in my life as well. It’s one of those beautiful reminders that God’s timing is always perfect and that sometimes He restores relationships we never expected to have again. Sharing a meal with them has become one of my favorite gifts. Since it’s my birthday month, I celebrated with a perfectly cooked ribeye—because some occasions deserve a little extra joy.
Some days aren’t about checking things off a to-do list. They’re about showing up.
Today was one of those days.
I slept in this morning, something I don’t do very often, and then got ready to attend the funeral for Rev. Dr. Caroline Shine’s brother at the AME church in Sanford.
As I walked into the church, I reminded myself why I was there. I wanted to be present for Rev. Shine—not just because we’re both Leos, but because she is an incredible leader and someone I have the privilege of serving alongside through the West Volusia NAACP. Sometimes the greatest gift we can give someone is simply our presence.
I also couldn’t help but notice that I was the only white person in the sanctuary. It made me smile because I often joke that I’m the marshmallow in the hot chocolate—and honestly, I’m perfectly okay with that. Life has blessed me with opportunities to build meaningful relationships across cultures, and those experiences have enriched me in ways I never could have imagined.
One of the hymns was This Is My Story, This Is My Song. The moment the congregation began to sing, I was transported back to my childhood. Music has a way of doing that, doesn’t it? Even though I never knew Rev. Shine’s brother, I found myself deeply moved by the music, the energy, and the overwhelming love that filled the room. It was a beautiful reminder that a life well-lived leaves a legacy that extends far beyond ourselves.
After the service, I decided to do a little treasure hunting and stopped at two thrift stores. There’s something therapeutic about wandering the aisles, never knowing what you’ll find. I came home with a few fun clothing pieces for myself and an amazing mirror that I know my mom will love. I’d call that a successful thrift adventure.
Later, I reached out to Amanda and Jesse to see if they’d like to grab dinner, and we ended up at Texas Roadhouse. Jesse is my former stepson, and after more than 25 years apart, God orchestrated a reunion that neither of us could have imagined. Amanda, his wonderful wife, has become such a blessing in my life as well. It’s one of those beautiful reminders that God’s timing is always perfect. Since it’s my birthday month, I decided to celebrate in the best way I know how—with a perfectly cooked ribeye. Sometimes the little celebrations are just as meaningful as the big ones.
When I finally got home, my body let me know the day was complete. I stretched out on the couch and promptly fell asleep.
Looking back, today wasn’t filled with extraordinary events. It was filled with ordinary moments that became meaningful because I chose to be present. Showing up for a friend. Remembering the power of music. Finding joy in unexpected treasures. Sharing a meal with people I care about.
Gratitude doesn’t always come wrapped in grand gestures. Sometimes it looks like a church pew, a thrift store aisle, a birthday steak, and an unplanned nap on the couch.
And honestly, that’s a pretty wonderful day.