FRIDAY ~ FAVOR, FAITH & CELEBRATION Early morning today. Earlier than my usual 5:00 a.m. The house is still quiet. Darkness just beginning to soften at the edges of the sky. There’s an energy in the air. Not nervous. Not anxious.Just… anticipation. Today is Friday the 13th. A date that has never carried superstition for me.Years ago, on a Friday the 13th, I found a $20 bill. Since then, I always find something — a penny, a dime, a dollar — and I smile. My little “money from Heaven” reminder. One and three. Lucky numbers for me. My birthdate backwards. My My baby sister born on the 13th. Move-in dates. New jobs. Fresh beginnings. The 13th has always whispered favor to me — not fear. And today…today is a big one. Tonight is Night to Shine 2026. 👑✨ Over 970 churches. All 50 states. Over 70 countries. Thousands and thousands of Kings and Queens being celebrated. I’ve been up early because my heart is already there. With the gowns.The corsages.The red carpets.The parents wiping tears.The volunteers cheering. There is something so holy about celebrating someone the world often overlooks. And as I sip my coffee this morning, I think about how interesting it is —that a day many call “unlucky” is a day I have always associated with blessing. Perspective changes everything. TODAY’S REFLECTION What if the date you feared is actually marked for favor? What if the label you’ve accepted isn’t the truth at all? God has a way of turning what others call unlucky into something deeply beautiful. PRAYER God, Thank You for reframing things in my life. For turning superstition into celebration. For marking my days with quiet reminders that You are in control. Tonight, as thousands of special needs Kings and Queens are honored across the world, let Your joy flood every room. Let parents feel seen. Let volunteers feel purposeful. Let every child feel crowned, cherished, and adored. Help us remember that You determine favor — not a date on a calendar. And if today is marked with blessing, help us recognize it.

FRIDAY ~ INTEGRATION & GRATITUDE Inside. Quiet again. Breath slower.Week settling into place. I’m back at my desk this morning, the same view outside—snow still lingering, softened now by time and footsteps. The rush of the week has eased, and what remains feels quieter, fuller. My Bible is still open where I left it. My notebook carries the traces of conversations, thoughts, prayers. The chair beneath me feels familiar—steady. This week held movement. Anticipation and Connection. Moments that stretched me and moments that confirmed what I already knew. I’m learning that Fridays aren’t meant to push us forward as much as they are meant to help us take stock. To notice what landed. What shifted. What deserves gratitude before we move on. God doesn’t waste a single moment. Even the ones that felt uncertain at first. Especially those. So today, I pause—not to analyze, but to acknowledge. The growth. The grace. The quiet ways God met me right where I was. TODAY'S REFLECTION Before you rush into what’s next, take a moment to honor what this week has already given you. PRAYER God, Thank You for carrying us through this week—for the seen and unseen ways You guided, protected, and stretched us. Help us integrate what we’ve learned and release what no longer needs to be carried forward. Teach us to end this week with gratitude rather than exhaustion, with trust rather than striving. As we move toward rest, may our hearts remain open and our spirits grounded in You. Amen. 🙏 Until tomorrow, may you rest well, release gently, and remember—you are never alone. With love, Grandma Grady

TUESDAY ~ TRUST IN THE ORDINARY It’s bitter cold outside this morning. I’m sitting at my desk, wrapped in a warm sweater, looking out through the patio window at my backyard. The temperature reads 19 degrees, and the wind makes it feel even colder. The waterfall is still flowing, birds still arrive, and winter does what winter does—quietly, faithfully, without asking permission. Inside, it’s warm. My laptop is open. My notebook rests nearby. A pen waits patiently. Beside me are the familiar, ordinary pieces of my morning routine —water, shaker cup, supplements I prepare each day without much thought. Nothing about this moment is flashy. Nothing is rushed. Nothing is trying to impress. And yet, this is where trust is built. As I mix my Immunocal BodyShot, I find myself thinking about why. Why do I arrange my mornings the way I do. Why, no matter the weather or the schedule, I make space for my daily Zooms with my mentor @Robert Hollis and my Unlimited Wisdom Skool community. It’s not obligation. It's not habit alone. It’s the experience. The service. The smiles. The laughter. The wisdom shared freely. The way you feel welcomed, valued, and seen the moment you arrive. When all else is equal, people go where the experience feels alive. Where they’re heard. Where they’re appreciated. Where love shows up in extraordinary ways, day after day. Trust grows quietly like this—through consistency, care, and presence. Not in grand gestures, but in choosing what nourishes us again and again. TODAY'S REFLECTION Trust is built in the ordinary moments you choose to return to. Pay attention to what feeds your spirit. PRAYER God, Thank You for meeting us in the ordinary. Help us recognize the quiet gifts woven into our daily routines. Guide us toward spaces and people who uplift, encourage, and remind us who we are. Teach us to trust what brings life, warmth, and connection—even on the coldest days. Amen. 🙏 Until tomorrow, may you walk gently, trust deeply, and remember—you are never alone.

SATURDAY ~ SPACIOUSNESS & GRATITUDE This morning feels wide open. I’m sitting outside with a warm cup of coffee in my hands, near the water, listening to its gentle movement. The air is still, and nothing feels rushed. Saturday has a way of reminding me that not every moment needs to be productive to be meaningful. Sometimes the most sacred thing we can do is pause long enough to notice what’s already here. The warmth of the cup. The sound of water. Breathing in the fresh air deep into my lungs. The quiet assurance that we’ve made it through another week. Embracing the solace and silence of listening for the "whispers" from God. Gratitude doesn’t need grand gestures. It lives in awareness. TODAY'S REFLECTION Notice what’s steady and good right where you are. PRAYER God, Thank You for moments that ask nothing of us. Help us slow down enough to recognize the blessings we often overlook and to receive today as a gift, not a task. Amen. 🙏 Until tomorrow, may you walk gently, trust deeply, and remember—you are never alone. Love, Grandma Grady

FRIDAY ~FREEDOM and JOY Today feels lighter. I’m outside in my backyard again—jeans on, baseball cap pulled low, no agenda pressing in. The air feels different at the end of the week, as if creation itself knows it’s time to loosen its grip. The cherry tree stands just as it is right now. No blossoms. No leaves.Just quiet strength. This morning, I found myself standing near the koi pond, wrapping my arms around that tree beside the waterfall—the water still flowing, even in the cold. And it made me smile. Trees don’t rush their seasons. They don’t apologize for looking empty. They don’t question whether they’re still valuable when nothing is blooming. They simply stand—rooted, present, and alive. Some days call us to act. Some days call us to listen. And some—like today—invite us to simply enjoy being alive without needing to prove a thing. Joy doesn’t always look like celebration. Sometimes it looks like peace. Sometimes it feels like connection. TODAY'S REFLECTION This weekend, find a tree you can hug and embrace simply standing....touching beauty....remembering that you belong. Enjoy the peace of feeling alive by connecting. PRAYER God, Thank You for the gift of simple joy. Teach us to release the pressure to bloom on demand and to trust the season we’re in. Help us recognize that even when nothing looks like it’s happening, life is still flowing, growth is still present,and we are still held. Amen. 🙏 Until tomorrow, may you walk gently, trust deeply, and remember—you are never alone. Love, Grandma Grady xoxoxo