Hi friend,
I know how it is—sometimes people assume these kinds of posts are just clickbait or a sneaky way to grow followers, build an email list, or push products.
So let me be transparent: this isn’t a “marketing campaign.” It’s my *real life*, and right now, it’s hard.
Real Talk, No Filter
Also… yes, I cuss sometimes. Probably more than a "good Christian girl" is supposed to. But please don’t judge me for that—I’m just trying to survive some really hard days with my sanity intact. God still loves me. He walks with me in motel rooms, in breakdowns, in deep sighs, and yes—in the occasional f-bomb. I’m not perfect. I’m patched together with prayer, grace, and grit. If you’re the same way, welcome to the table. 💗
Here’s what my bank account looks like as of this morning:
I’m not looking for pity—I’m just trying to keep my family safe and afloat, and I’m giving what I can in return through my creative work. If you're able to help, I’m beyond grateful. If you’re not, your prayers and shares still make a real difference.
I’ll be honest—this is not the blog post I *wanted* to write. But life doesn’t really care about our Pinterest boards or color-coded goals, does it? In some way, I honestly believe that God is teaching me humility in this crisis...and as much as it hurts, I accept the lesson freely.,, may his will be done, and all glory be to his honor.
Five weeks ago, my family and I got the boot from our home. Not because of anything we did wrong—but because of an underlying issue that made staying impossible. Since then, we’ve been living out of a 2.5-star motel. I work 10-hour shifts full-time for one of the biggest pharmacy chains in the U.S.—which sounds a lot fancier than it feels at the end of the day, when my back hurts and the motel microwave is humming like a jet engine.
And while I would *gladly* take on another job to get us out of this, my heart—literally—said no. I am a breast cancer survivor with chronic pain from multiple surgeries and.. I have systolic heart failure. Two years ago I had a Myxoma on my heart and had emergency surgery to have it removed, and the damage as a result was systolic heart failure. Throw in three little humans (ages 11, 6, and 4) who think Nanny is Wonder Woman with a Wi-Fi signal, and there you have it
Oh—and if my left eye looks like it lost a bar fight, it’s just a blocked tear duct that needs surgery. But I can’t handle that until I can guarantee my kids have a stable place to sleep. #Priorities
Enter: God, grit, and a little digital magic.
🎁 My Blessing-for-a-Blessing Exchange
If you know me, you know I create. When the world breaks me down, I build back up with pixels, clipart, prayers, and a ridiculous number of fonts. So I’m doing what I know how to do best—offering beautiful digital items in exchange for a little support to keep my family housed.
Here’s what I’m offering (created with coffee, tears, and Canva):
- 📔 Prayer journals
- 🧘♀️ Meditation journals
- 🎨 Coloring books for grownups and kids
- 🧩 Puzzle books for when your brain needs a break
- 📝 Printable planners for people trying to keep it together
- 💌 Invitations for everything from weddings to “wine and whines” night
- 💖 For larger donations, I would like to offer custom printable keepsakes designed just for you. This could include things like a digital memorial journal, personalized digital planners or prayer journals or custom coloring books that include your kiddo's actual faces as the characters(you will need to provide a photograph of the child's face).
Note: These are digital/printable only. I do sell physical items on Etsy, but this offering is strictly download-and-print-at-home fabulousness. Simply dm me with your email address and I will send you a link to access the file in my google drive. Please be assured that this is REAL. This is not a campaign to collect email addresses, however, if you like my products please feel free to give me permission to add you to my email list when I create it. I will NOT add you to my email list without specific written permission.
Need a closer look? Visit:
🙏 A Prayer for You, Sweet Soul
Dear Lord,
For every person who reads this post, shares it, donates, or whispers a prayer—bless them abundantly. Wrap them in peace. Surprise them with joy. And please, let their coffee always be hot and their socks never wet.
Thank you for divine timing, for grace through gritted teeth, and for a God who meets us in motel rooms and internet miracles.
Amen.
A Thank You That’s Long Overdue
I want to take a moment to extend my deepest gratitude to **Khan and his incredible staff at Studio 6**—in an undisclosed little corner of the heart of Texas.When everything felt uncertain, and the ground beneath us seemed to be crumbling, they offered not just a room, but kindness. Patience. Compassion. Grace. They didn’t have to go out of their way for my family—but they have and continue to do so. And that made all the difference.Thank you, Khan, for your quiet leadership, your understanding heart, and for treating us like people—*not just a reservation number.* You’ve helped and are helping to carry us through one of the hardest seasons of our lives, and we will never forget your part in our story.
💖 How to Help a Tired, Grateful Nanny
💸 Venmo
@MaggiePrintzCharming
Scan it. Tap it. Send a little light our way.
💚 Cash App
$maggie050167
Leave a comment if you help—I want to thank you personally and pray over your name. You are part of our survival story now.
With love, sarcasm, and hope,
Maggie & Lincoln 🐾 (CEO of Emotional Support & Sofa Hogs)
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