When Life Turns Upside Down (Again): Finding Rhythm in the Unraveling

If the last few months had a title, mine would be:

“Plot Twist: God Is Still Faithful Even When Life Makes Zero Sense.”

Because y’all… it’s been a season.

Moving across two states, back and forth, car packed to the brim (again), dogs in the backseat, my favorite mugs wrapped in towels, and whatever could squeeze into the last inch of space. Trying to decide what goes where — Greenwood, Mt. Pleasant, Josie’s — has become its own Olympic event.

And somehow, in the middle of all this, God keeps giving me little pockets of grace.

💛 The Last Hurrah in Greenwood

Finishing my final production at Greenwood Little Theatre while packing up a house at the same time?
A moment.
A bittersweet swirl of gratitude and grief.

Being in a show with my grandson Justice — what a gift.
Having my daughter drive all the way in to help load Phase One of the move and see my last play — priceless.
My church family, my friends, the cozy home I loved, the coffee shop moments with Josie… every piece mattered.

Leaving was not easy. But it was right.

💛 The Caregiving Chapter

Many of you know my mother-in-law Josie’s needs have shaped this season. Every plan has had to bend around her care, her energy, her stability.

Some days I roll up with a car full of stuff for the new chapter…
Other days I’m rolling back to sit beside her, pray with her, or help her navigate a rough moment.

It’s ministry. It’s messy. It’s holy.

💛 The Temporary Space Life

If you’ve ever lived in a temporary space, you get it.

You live out of boxes.
You forget where your socks are.
You use one pan and three plates and call it gourmet.
And every night you pray, “Lord, give me peace until the true rhythm comes.”

It’s not glamorous, but it’s honest.

💛 The Body Keeps the Score

All this back-and-forth caught up with me.
The lack of sleep, the physical load of boxes, the emotional whiplash — it all hit at once.

One night I tried to roll over and my hip seized up like it was 2023 all over again after the accident.
That kind of deep, sharp pain that reminds you your body has a history.

So I slowed down.
Made my mineral drink.
Layered on my oils.
Filled my NingXia Red pack.
And chose nourishment over push-through.

Natural tools don’t remove the hard — they help the body stay steady enough to walk through it.

💛 The God-Moment in the Grocery Store

Right in the middle of this transition, I ran into a sweet woman from Bible study. She shared something heavy on her heart.

So we prayed.
Right there in the store.
Between the produce and the paper towels.

And I was reminded:
Even in transition, God still plants us where someone needs encouragement.

💛 What’s Sustained Me

A few things have been my anchors:

NingXia Red — keeping my energy and mood from bottoming out
Raindrop oils on my feet — simple, daily grounding
Orange & Peppermint oils — my emotional pick-me-ups
Big cups of mineral-rich water — my nervous system thanks me
Prayer — the kind that says, “Lord, I’m tired. But I trust You.”

Truthfully, these are the things that have kept me functional during situations that could have flattened me years ago.

💛 What I Know For Sure

God is moving even when I feel scattered.
Healing is still happening even when progress feels slow.
New chapters often begin with a holy upheaval.

I’m not fully settled yet.
I’m not fully unpacked.
I’m not even finished moving.

But I am held.
I am guided.
I am growing.
And every little piece of this journey — even the inconvenient, uncomfortable, exhausting parts — has purpose.

If you’re walking through transition right now, I’m with you.
God wastes nothing. Not a move, not a tear, not a long drive with a packed car and two dogs

He is writing something good.
Even here. Especially here.

— Tracie
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