Church and Family

7.20.25

I really missed the Sunday women’s meeting — it’s my “church.” I hadn’t been able to attend the last two Sundays because life was just… lifing. But being back reminded me why I love it so much. There’s no better way to start the day, or the week, than with that group of strong, supportive women.

Right after the meeting, I picked up my Dad and we headed out to meet my daughter, my brother, and his family for lunch. They were packed up and ready to head back home to Winnemucca, so it was special to have that time together — something we don’t get to do nearly often enough. We laughed, caught up, and shared those little moments that feel so big when you’re not sure when the next time will be.

Then, for the first time in a long while, I got to spend the whole afternoon with just my Dad. Just the two of us. I honestly can’t remember the last time we had that kind of time alone together. It felt good. I was able to make my amends to him — something that had been weighing on my heart — and then we just relaxed. No tension, no rush. Just presence.

It was one of those days where peace didn’t have to be chased — it just was.