The Love Hidden in a Home-Cooked Meal ๐ŸŒน

Come come sit with me, grab a drink and pull up a chair. The last couple of weeks I have been thinking about my mom. Okay, okay... my mom and food. ๐Ÿ˜„ In my opinion, my mom was a great cook. Child, let me tell you, whenever I went to visit her, I already knew what was coming. The first night would be donairs. The second night? My favourite. Ribs, rice, and tea biscuits. Now let me tell you something... I love tea biscuits. LOVE them. To this day, they are one of the things I have never been able to make quite like my mom did. She would make this sauce to go over the ribs and rice, and it was so good. If I visited in the summer, there would usually be blueberry pie. If I came in the winter, it was apple pie. The funny thing is, when I think about the people in my life, so many of them have a food attached to them. My bestie's husband loves to cook, and let me tell you, that man can make French toast. Mmm mmm. ๐Ÿ˜„ You know the kind where you tell yourself you...

Detours Aren’t Dead Ends

Come, come sit with me — just for a moment.

I’ve been quietly reflecting lately on life… on where I’m going.
And I know we’ve talked about this before, but stay with me.

Think about this.

You’re on your path.
Things are finally moving.
You’re feeling good.
Aligned.
Hopeful.

And then — out of nowhere — your plans get derailed.

No warning.
No slow unraveling.
Just suddenly.

You stop and think, What happened?
Why did this happen?

Especially when you’ve done everything “the right way.”
You followed the path.
You were patient.
You showed up.
You trusted the process.

And still… you’re hit with disappointment.

That kind of disappointment is different.
It doesn’t come from recklessness or shortcuts —
it comes from faithfulness.

And that’s the part that hurts the most.

Because when things fall apart there,
you don’t just question the moment —
you start questioning the meaning of the journey itself.

But here’s the thing.

What if you sat with the disappointment for a minute…
really sat with it —
without rushing to fix it, explain it, or run from it?

And then, when you were ready, you got back up
and took another path.

Because maybe — just maybe —
the path you were on wasn’t the right one after all.

Maybe there was something better around the corner.
Something you couldn’t see until the old way fell away.

But what most of us do when the path changes…
is quit.

We confuse detours with dead ends.
We assume discomfort means failure.
And we stop — right before the view changes.

Trust me, this message is as much for me as it is for you.

I am a creature of habit.
Change is not easy for me.

And yet… for the last year, all I’ve been doing is changing.

New rhythms.
New thinking.
New courage.
New surrender.

Honestly?
I’m changing so much I’m getting whiplash.

What I’m saying is this —

Disappointment has hit me hard.
I won’t pretend it hasn’t.

But I’m still walking toward my purpose.

So if something didn’t work out,
if the path you thought you were meant to walk suddenly changed —

instead of meeting it with frustration,
try meeting it with gratitude.

Gratitude that you were redirected.
Gratitude that you didn’t stay stuck.
Gratitude that something better may be unfolding just beyond what you can see.

I truly believe everything happens for a reason.
Not always one we understand in the moment —
but one that reveals itself as we keep moving.

So get up.
Take a breath.
And keep walking.

Your purpose didn’t disappear —
it just asked you to trust the next step.

Whisper:
Sometimes the path doesn’t end — it bends.
And the bend is where purpose finds you again.


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