When It's Hot, Muggy and You Just want to Cry in a Closet!

Whew. Y’all.Today feels like one of those days.

You know the kind —The kind where the air is thick, your to-do list is even thicker, and everything around you feels like too much.

It’s hot. It’s muggy. My office is an actual disaster. And I feel like I’m swimming upstream wearing jeans and dragging a suitcase of overwhelm behind me. 😓

I’ve stress-eaten twice already today (don’t ask what or how much 🙈), and I’m trying to convince myself that organizing one shelf counts as productivity. My inbox? Overflowing. The stuff coming into this house and business? Coming in faster than I can deal with. It feels like I’m chasing order with a teaspoon.

And somewhere deep in my spirit… I just feel a little broken today.

Not shattered. Not hopeless. Just… cracked around the edges.

Like something heavy is pressing down, and I can’t quite name it.

Jackson, of course, has parked himself in the middle of the chaos like he owns it. He gave me a long, slow blink and then curled up on the one clear spot of my desk — which I needed, by the way. 🐱

Whiskie? She’s zooming through the house like a black tornado of judgment and drama. She knocked over a pile of papers and then looked at me like I caused it. 😼

But here’s the thing:

Even in the mess — the heat, the crumbs, the overwhelm —I still hear Jesus whisper: "I’m here."

Not in the polished, Instagram-worthy version of my life. But right here — in the humid, cluttered, graham-cracker-crumbs-on-the-floor version.

The real one.

And that… helps.

So today, I’m reminding myself — and maybe you need this too:

💛 You’re allowed to feel tired.

💛 You’re allowed to slow down.

💛 You’re allowed to cry if you need to.

But you don’t have to quit.

You don’t have to carry all of it alone.

Because we have a Savior who sees it all — and still says we’re loved, we’re held, and we’re not too much.

So if today’s a hot mess kind of day, friend — you’re not the only one.

Come sit with me. I’ll share my M&Ms, you bring the lemonade. We’ll pet the cats, talk to Jesus, and try again tomorrow.

With messy grace and a heart still beating for hope,

—Melissa 🐾💕

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