💭 Sometimes I think about Peter. You know, the moment he stepped out of the boat to walk toward Jesus. ✝️ He didn’t wait until the waters calmed. He didn’t wait until he had it all figured out. He just stepped out — shaky, unsure, but full of faith that if Jesus was calling, he could walk on what should have drowned him. That’s where I feel like I am right now. I’m stepping out of the 🛶 boat. Into a new season. Into deeper self-love. Into creating 🎨 from a place I never thought I’d be brave enough to. For me, that looks like picking up my pen and illustrating 🫁 lungs. These lungs tell a story — of asthma, of breath stolen and given back, of near-death and near-resurrection. But more than that, they tell a story of faith. Of believing that God 🕊️ didn’t bring me this far to let me sink. Just like Peter, I may feel the waves of doubt and fear crash around me. But when I keep my eyes on Jesus, even my creativity becomes holy ground. Every line I draw, every shade I paint, is a step toward Him — and toward the woman He’s always known me to be. So if you’re watching me walk this journey, know this: I’m not walking on talent, or strength, or certainty. I’m walking on FAITH. And I believe you can too. ✨ Your boat might look different than mine — maybe it’s your health, your relationships, your dreams that scare you — but the same Jesus who called Peter out onto the water is calling you too. Will you step out with me?

🤔What if your illness wasn’t a punishment, but a Blessing in Disguise? The very thing that feels like it’s breaking you could be the tool God is using to build you.❤️

At 37, I faced death in the middle of an asthma attack—and lived to tell it. That Near-Death Experience cracked me wide open. Dr. Wayne Dyer’s words, ‘Don’t die with your music still in you,’ became my lifeline. And now @ 48, after losing it all just 3 years ago, I chose to rise again. This time, walking hand-in-hand with Jesus, finally hearing His whispers & connecting the dots I had missed for years. Let me tell you something, Life and death taught me this: we need to stop wasting time. Like STOP, as in yesterday. We aren’t promised tomorrow. Stop sleepwalking through your days, these very thorns we curse—chronic illness, loss, pain—might just be the Crown of Blessings in Disguise that shape us into who we were always destined to be. This space is for the ones ready to breathe again. To create again. To play that crazy, ahh-mazzzzing music buried inside of you. I can’t wait to connect with you and remind you just how POWERFUL you truly are. Don’t get to the end of your life, knocking on Heaven’s door, with an abundance of dreams buried in your mind, that you never gave yourself the Permission to Be, to follow your arrow and create your life your way, out of FEAR. So I ask you, Are you? Going to die with your music still in you? Let That Marinate. All my Love, Coach E.