Top Tier Insight By Tequila

God,

You saw me through the past twelve long seasons of sorrowness.

After my son’s passing, grief sat beside me like winter that would not leave. I let myself feel it. I honored it. I survived it. But after a two month, I cried out to You—I did not want to keep living in those same sorrowful seasons that had already held me for years. I asked You to lift the heaviness, to loosen grief’s grip, and to breathe life back into me.

And You did.

You replenished me with the spirit of play.

You awakened creativity in places pain had silenced.

You reminded me that joy is not betrayal of love—
it is evidence of healing.

So now, when sorrow visits, I acknowledge it…
and I grace myself through it.
But I no longer live there.

I am choosing the season I dwell in.
A season of laughter.
A season of color.
A season of creating with You.

Thank You for making me feel liberated, alive, loved, and seen.

Your Word promises:
“To give them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.” — Isaiah 61:3

This is the season I’m living in now. 🌿

When I look back over the last 40 something years, I’m stunned by how much I accepted, just to keep people in my life. It’s hard to set limits with people, Lord, especially when I want to keep loving well. Sometimes I feel guilty stepping back, like I’m not generous enough, loving enough, patient enough. But You gently remind me: Jesus didn’t say yes to every demand either. He took time to pray, be in solidarity and find rest. Healthy boundaries aren’t selfish, they make my love sustainable. Help me follow Your example, trusting that saying “no” can honor You, too. Give me courage to guard my heart without closing it, to say “Not now” without shame, and to give from a place of wholeness, not exhaustion. Thank You for loving boundaries: and for never leaving me to figure this out alone.