Last week, I hit a wall. Emotionally, it was just one of those weeks. Nothing dramatic happened, but I was running on empty. My husband and son noticed and whisked me away for the Fourth of July weekend. We went to visit our other son and our beautiful grandkids in Kentucky. It was exactly what my heart needed—rest, joy, and the kind of laughter only family can bring.
Now that I’m back home, I’ve been thinking about how often we carry these quiet struggles and how important it is to talk about them. So here I am, fresh from a workout, squeezing in this post before the day runs away from me.
Physically, I’ve been doing well—working out regularly, eating clean, practicing intermittent fasting. But even with all that, emotionally I’ve been wrestling with something deeper: the silence.
I’m home alone most of the day. I don’t work outside the home, and I don’t talk to many people during the day. My husband has been working late a lot lately. And while I do have my church family, I don’t want to bother anyone—most of them are busy, still working, or dealing with their own lives. My sister is usually the one I call, but she’s been sick, and I don’t want to add to her stress.
And that’s when it hits the hardest—when the house is still, and I’ve had no conversations all day. Just me, my thoughts, and the walls.
But I’ve found some things that help, things that give me peace, that quiet the loneliness, and maybe they’ll help you too.
I spend a lot more time in prayer. Sometimes I talk to God out loud, sometimes in my head. When I have something I want to share and no one to share it with, I tell Him. I might be folding laundry or prepping dinner, and I just start “talking.” I know He hears me because sometimes I feel this gentle nudge in my spirit—just enough to remind me I’m not truly alone.
I also started journaling again, but I do it digitally because of my arthritis. I open a document and just start typing like I’m talking to a friend. It’s not fancy. I don’t worry about spelling or structure. I just get everything out. It clears my head, calms my heart, and gives me space to feel without judgment. Most of the time, I don’t even go back to read it—I just let it go.
And I keep gospel music playing softly in the background during the day. It fills the silence and shifts the atmosphere. Sometimes I sing along, sometimes I just let the lyrics wash over me. It helps me feel connected, peaceful—even joyful. That background sound reminds me that I’m surrounded by something bigger than my feelings.
Lately, I’ve also been reaching out more. Nothing dramatic—just small gestures. A quick text to let someone know I’m thinking of them. A prayer said with intention instead of repetition. When you start thinking of others, your heart lifts. It gives purpose to the stillness and reminds you there are others out there who may feel the same way you do.
I’ve also been picking up books again—Christian fiction that’s clean and uplifting. I used to love historical romance, especially the kind set in Scotland and Ireland. While I don’t read those anymore, I still enjoy the feeling of getting lost in a good story. And honestly, it’s comforting to know I’m not the only one curled up on the couch with a warm drink and a book.
TV has its place too. I’ve been rewatching the classics: Little House on the Prairie, Father Knows Best, Petticoat Junction, Leave It to Beaver. These shows are like comfort food for the soul—simple, sweet, and grounded in values that feel lost in today’s media. They remind me of a slower world, and they help me feel at peace in mine.
I’ve also been working behind the scenes on things to support my husband and help with our finances. It’s been empowering to pour my energy into something productive—even if it’s just a little at a time.
And yes, I’ve been thinking of all of you too. I’ve put together a list of high-protein meals that I’ll be sharing in my next post. These are simple, practical recipes you can throw together without scrolling through pages and pages of blog filler. I know how valuable your time is. I made the list for those of us who don’t want to fumble with devices in the kitchen and just want something quick, easy, and nourishing.
Before I wrap this up, let me say this: if you’re sitting at home this weekend, unsure what to do with yourself, think of someone else. Text a friend. Check in on a neighbor. Call someone who lives alone. When we stop focusing on what we don’t have and start investing in others, something beautiful happens—our hearts begin to heal.
If you’re looking for a place to start journaling, you don’t need anything fancy. Open a Google Doc. Grab a notebook from the dollar store. Just start writing. And if you’re not sure what music to play, I’ll share one of my favorite playlists at the bottom of the video linked to this post. Let the quiet be filled with something that feeds your spirit.
Thank you for being here. Thank you for giving me a space to share. This blog, this channel—it’s more than a hobby for me. It’s my outlet. My way to feel connected to you.
Wishing you a peaceful, joy-filled weekend. And remember—someone out there needs exactly what you have to give. Let’s be that for each other.
Talk soon, God Bless!
You can check out my playlist on my Youtube channel here.