Scrolling through social media feels like drowning in a sea of people who seem to have the blueprint to life’s problems. They shout about how to structure your day like a Fortune 500 CEO, sculpt your mindset into success, shrink your waistline effortlessly, keep a spotless house while raising kids, radiate happiness, and cut out anyone who doesn’t "spark joy." It’s an endless parade of polished answers, each shinier than the last.

But I’m convinced, like Solomon, it’s all vanity—chasing the wind. Maybe you’ve cracked a few codes. I know I had, once upon a time. I thought I knew the secrets: how to balance a full life, keep fit, build a thriving business, and grasp joy. But losing my son tore that script to pieces. Everything I thought I knew worked for me—until it didn’t. These days, I catch glimpses of my old self in moments of energy: plotting a grand business pivot, dreaming of new endeavors, and scheduling my workout routine. Plans that glitter like gold… until I wake up and remember. Julian is still gone. Those plans? They were mirages, promising happiness but delivering hollow emptiness. NONE OF IT MATTERS. A pristine home, the ideal weight, ambitious career change—none of it can mend my shattered heart, bring me joy, or restore what was lost.

And if I’m honest? I can’t even trust myself. My mind is a tempest, flitting from grief to ambition, from despair to hope, and back again—all in a single day. The one anchor that holds, the one thing I can trust, is the unchanging truth of God's Word. Morning and evening, when my house is in chaos or pristine, when my body feels strong or weak, when my business soars or stumbles, He is there. His love for me isn’t swayed by the state of my to-do list or the number on the scale. Heaven remains my hope, regardless of my earthly circumstances.

Here’s the unvarnished truth: I don’t have this. My days swing wildly from triumph to mess. Some days, the house shines; other days, legos are scattered like landmines. That same 10 pounds I’ve been trying to lose? It’s still with me. I fail and hurt the people I love, and I’ve yet to crack the code to a less seasonal business. My mindset? It’s unreliable, as fleeting as the wind. So, I cling to the only steady thing I know: God’s Word. Morning, evening, and every moment in between, I hold to His truth like a drowning man to a lifeboat.

And if you’re scrolling through others’ highlight reels, feeling small and “less than,” let me remind you: it’s mostly smoke and mirrors. Their struggles are different, not absent. Loss changes everything—except this: God is for you. “Jesus is the same yesterday and today and forever” (Hebrews 13:8). In a world that shifts and crumbles, He remains steady, faithful, and true. When life feels like a turbulent sea, and nothing seems steady, let this truth be your anchor.

When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.

His oath, His covenant, His blood,
Support me in the whelming flood;
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.

xo
Dawn