Castor Oil, Camp Mystic & a New Start

🧴 Castor Oil & The Healing I’m Hoping For

So, today I bought castor oil. Yep. That thick, sticky old-school oil that’s been trending like crazy on TikTok. They say it helps with inflammation, gut issues, bloating, joint pain—you name it. And listen, if slathering myself in this miracle goop gives me even a chance at healing this tired, inflamed body… I’m in. I’ll keep you posted.

My plan: try it for the next 30 days—maybe even make it part of my nightly routine. Belly, knees, liver area, face… we’re going in.

If nothing else, it feels good to be trying. To be caring for this body again like it deserves to be loved

🌧 My Heart Can’t Shake Camp Mystic

I can’t stop thinking about the girls at Camp Mystic. The flooding. The fear. The mamas waiting on news. My God, cover them.

There’s something about knowing young girls were out there, just trying to make summer memories and now they’re walking through trauma they didn’t ask for. I’ve cried, I’ve prayed, and I’ve posted—but it doesn’t feel like enough.

So I’m calling on prayer warriors.

If you see this—pray.

Pause. Intercede. Storm the heavens.

Because those girls matter.

Their peace matters.

Their safety matters.

And Jesus? He’s still in that flood with them.

🎆 Fireworks & Panic Attacks (Thanks, 4th of July)

Don’t get me wrong—I’m grateful for our freedom. I know what it cost.

But y’all… my poor dog Lincoln had an absolute meltdown over the fireworks.

We’re talking panting, pacing, shaking, climbing into places his fluffy little body shouldn’t fit. It’s cute for five minutes and then just plain heartbreaking.

So here’s your reminder: check on your dogs, your neighbors, your veterans, and your anxious friends on nights like this.

Not everyone celebrates explosions the same way.

🔁 Starting Over (Again… and Again)

Tomorrow’s a fresh start. Again.

And I’m not saying it’ll be easy—but I am saying it’ll be worth it.

I’ve got new face wash, new castor oil, and a little spark of “maybe this time it’ll stick.”

I’ve got inflammation to fight.

I’ve got weight to lose.

I’ve got a mission to fulfill.

And if you’re reading this, maybe you do too.

So let’s start over together. Let’s put the junk food down, put the walking shoes on, drink our water, slap on the castor oil, say our prayers, and try again.

Because we’re not quitting. Not today. Not ever.

Ashes to Armor, baby. We rise.

Want me to go ahead and make a Pinterest pin and Instagram post to match?

I’ll also help you track your castor oil journey if you want to turn it into a printable or TikTok mini-series. You’re not alone, and tomorrow’s got new mercy written all over it. Let’s walk into it together. 💪🏼💧🕊️