"Hey, Good Lookin’"😉

This morning, I woke up with a strange, perfect peace.

You know that quiet that doesn’t announce itself loudly. It just sits with you. Hums under your skin. Like a melody you forgot you knew. That’s how it felt. And I thought, maybe a season is closing. And a new one is just beginning.

It’s been a beautiful stretch of time. Learning. Praying. Fighting my battles. Watching God win them for me. Quiet victories, but victories all the same.

And today, Dear God took me on a walk.

It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Just me, moving through the world with open eyes. But it felt like something holy. Like God was saying, come on then, let’s breathe in this life together.

I ended up watching this fantastic band. Out of nowhere, they started playing a song that hit something deep in me.

🎶Hey, good lookin’, whatcha got cookin’?🎶

I like that song. I always have. But I couldn’t place where I first heard it.

Then it came back to me. A memory from when I was younger in Nigeria. I think it was during some old TV advert. Maybe for maggi. Can't remember. Something completely ordinary, but the song stuck. That’s how memories work sometimes. They hide in the background until they decide it’s time to walk with you again.

I still hear it. Even now, as I write this. It feels like a step back in time, but also like the lens has just shifted. Like I’m seeing the same memory, but through a softer filter.

All around me were these tall, quiet trees. The music still playing. Gorgeous dogs wagging their tails. People out with their kids, just living their lives. And I felt this small, aching longing.

I wish I had children.

I wish I had someone to walk home with.

But it’s alright. It’s better to wait. Better to trust. Better to let God be God.

So I’ll carry on. Walking. Breathing. Letting the day unfold one song at a time. I’m still singing along to that Hank Williams tune. Still letting the beauty of the moment carry me.

I just thought I’d share this one with you. Maybe you’ve been feeling a little alone. Maybe you needed a reminder that someone out there is thinking of you too. That you belong somewhere, even if it’s just here with me for a few minutes.

This is your walk too, in a way.

Thanks for coming along.

Until next time,
Keep walking. Keep listening.
And if you hear Hank Williams in the distance, don’t be afraid to sing along.