“Sis, the Revival Has a Download Button”

💥 The Hot Mess & Holy Book Has Officially Dropped—And the Free Starter Kit is Givin’ Jesus + Gel Pens, Sis!

If you’ve ever sobbed over your Bible, whispered “God help me” into your coffee, and then pulled yourself together with a sticky note and a prayer—
🎉 congratulations, you’re one of us.

And today?
✨You’ve got mail from Heaven (and it’s FREE).✨

We’re celebrating the official launch of Hot Mess & Holy: Prayers, Prompts & Pep Talks for Women Who Love Jesus but Need a Nap with a devotional starter kit that is holy, healing, and hot-off-the-press gorgeous.

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Hot Mess and Holy Starter Pack

✅ 5 Scripture + Bible-Based Devotional / Journal Cards
Each one is a bite-sized mini devotion packed with truth, journaling prompts, and the Word. Cream background, floral accents, and cozy reflections—your prayer life just got a glow-up.

✅ Matching Lined Journaling Pages
Designed for those “Jesus, I need to write this out” kind of days. Soft tones, shabby chic style, and plenty of space to process what God is doing.

✅ 5 Cream-Aesthetic Faith-Filled Coloring Pages
Scripture meets stress relief with delicate floral artwork you can color while meditating on:

• “The Lord is near to the brokenhearted…”

• “His mercies never come to an end…”

• and more verses that’ll carry you through.
  

✅ 1 Bonus Watercolor Sticker Sheet
Sassy, soulful, and soaked in Scripture. These stickers were made for mirrors, prayer planners, and anywhere you need a reminder that God’s still got you.

✅ Phone + Tablet Lock Screen Graphics – “Grace Over Grind”
Let your screens preach! These soft, floral lock screens are your daily reminder to slow your roll and let grace do the heavy lifting.

✅ Instant Access to the Ashes to Armor Freebie Vault
Once you're in, you're in. Unlock a treasure chest of downloads for your healing, spiritual growth, and maybe a few giggles along the way.

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GET YOUR COPY HERE!

📖 What’s Hot Mess & Holy All About?

This isn’t your average devotional. It’s faith in sweatpants. It’s grace in a messy bun. It’s Scripture for the ones healing quietly behind the scenes.

Inside the full book:

• 31 Devotionals with real talk + Scripture

• Daily prayer prompts & journaling space

• Zentangle-style coloring pages

• Hilarious, honest stories featuring yours truly (and Lincoln 🐶)

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🎯 Ready to Download the Free Starter Kit?

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Join the Posse on the top right and your kit will be delivered faster than your next Amazon regret.

Hot Mess and Holy Starter Pack

God’s not asking you to be perfect—just present.
Let’s write, reflect, and rest in His grace.

Love you hard,
Maggie
A Hot Mess with a Holy Mission – Ashes to Armor Ministry

Peace, Pain & Printables (with a Side of Sass)

  

Well hey there, friend—
Pull up a chair, pour yourself something warm (or something caffeinated with cream and chaos), and buckle up. Because today’s blog post dances between heartbreak and healing, sass and Scripture—and yes, you better believe there's a freebie waiting at the end.

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🛣️ Prayers First – Gina & Pop’s Final Watch

If you're the praying kind—and I know many of y’all are—I need you to stop what you’re doing and lift up Gina.

Today, her beloved daddy—Pop—was brought home on hospice.
She’s by his side tonight, holding his hand, whispering prayers, and keeping the kind of holy vigil only a daughter full of grace and grit can keep.

It won’t be long now.
And all I can ask—boldly, tearfully, faithfully—is that you cover her and Pop in peace.
They deserve that.
Not just comfort, but divine stillness. The kind that wraps around your chest and says, “You can let go now.”

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🎂 Cameron Turned 11… and I Missed It

Yesterday was my grandson Cameron’s birthday.
Eleven years of that brilliant mind, those big feelings, and that grin that could undo any bad day.

And I didn’t get to talk to him.
I sent an email. I prayed over it like it was an anointing oil. I whispered his name to heaven and trusted God would wrap him in the love I couldn’t give in person.

My heart aches. But I know God hears what we cannot say—and reaches who we cannot touch.

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🧹 Tae’s Silence. My Strength.

Cameron’s mama, Tae, still hasn’t reached out.
No message. No check-in. Just silence echoing where laughter used to live.

But listen to me closely—I am still standing.

Not because it doesn’t hurt.
But because I’ve finally learned: pain doesn’t get to be in charge anymore.

I’ve handed Tae back to God.
I’ve surrendered her in the quiet moments when no one’s watching.
Because healing means choosing peace—even when silence screams.

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🐶 Lincoln: My Four-Legged Emotional Support Hype Man

Okay okay… now let’s take a breath.

Because in the middle of all this holy heaviness, God sent me a literal angel in fur: Lincoln.

This week, that little caramel-tipped floof:

• Barked at a suspicious throw pillow

• Stole one of my protein balls and booked it like he owed rent

• Parked his fluffy self on top of my Bible during prayer time like, “Nah girl, I got this Word today.”

I swear to you: Lincoln is part dog, part divine intervention.
If I ever design merch that says “The Holy Spirit wears fur,” you’ll know exactly who inspired it.

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📓 BOOK DROP ANNOUNCEMENT

It’s here, y’all!

Hot Mess & Holy: Prayers, Prompts & Pep Talks for Women Who Love Jesus but Need a Nap officially drops on Amazon this Juneteenth—June 19.

This devotional is soaked in Scripture, sass, and real-life healing. It’s made for every woman who’s ever cried in her car, prayed in her pajamas, or praised her way through heartbreak. 🙌

💥 Special Launch Promo:

Buy one at full price $14.99  Gift one at 50% off  $7.50

Proceeds from every gifted book go to the Houston Area Women’s Center, supporting women and families overcoming abuse and trauma.

📅 The Amazon link will be posted right here at 8:00 AM on Juneteenth, June 19.
Set your alarms and bookmark this page, sis—this book is your spiritual sidekick in paperback form.

🎁 Bonus: If you buy a copy and leave a comment on this blog post, you’ll receive a surprise digital gift straight from the Ashes to Armor Vault.

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🏰 Vault Freebie: Faith & Sass Sticker Sheets

You’ve made it this far in the post, which means you definitely deserve something cute and powerful:

🎉 Our newest FREE Ashes to Armor sticker sheet is now live in the Vault!

Includes designs like:

• “Fueled by Jesus & Dry Shampoo”
• Grace Over Grind'
• “This Is My Hot Mess Halo”
• “Anointed but Also Slightly Annoyed”

✨ High-res PNGs | 300 DPI | Perfect for planners, water bottles, or your laptop of holy chaos

use as print and cut with your Cricut or Silhouette

use for digital planners and journals on platforms such as 

Goodnotes, KeyNotes, Notify

Want more?

• Everyone who signs up for the Vault & Blog gets 2 free sticker sheets instantly.

• Leave a comment + share this post for a chance to win the entire 10-page, 120-sticker bundle!

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🛍️ Sneak Peek: Ashes to Armor Merch Drop

You’ve seen the stickers… but baby, we’re just getting started.

Here’s a little taste of what’s coming soon:

• ✨ Faith & Sass Hoodies – “Be Still & Slightly Dangerous”

• ☕ Coffee Mugs – “Don’t Test Me, I’ve Got Coffee & the Full Armor of God”

• 📖 Bible Covers – Floral, faith-filled, and fierce

• 🧦 Tees that preach without saying a word

Want first dibs? Be sure to sign up for the Vault + follow us on socials!

💬 Final Word from a Woman in the Middle of It All

I don’t know when Pop will take his last breath.
I don’t know when my inbox will light up with love from Tae.
I don’t know when I’ll hear Cameron’s voice again.

But I do know this:

God is still good.
Healing is still happening.
And somewhere between heartbreak and hoodie merch—I’m still showing up.

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With grit, grace, and glitter glue,
—Maggie
(with Lincoln by my side and Jesus in my inbox)
Ashes to Armor

Meatloaf, Recliners, and the Peace I Didn't Know I Needed

 

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Well y’all, I’ve slept sitting straight up in a recliner for two nights now, in a quiet corner of someone else’s living room — and somehow, I’ve never felt more at peace.

Let me backtrack.

This week has been one of the most painful and powerful of my life. I slipped away like a thief in the night — no dramatic exits, no packed car caravans, no long goodbyes. Just me, a prayer, and a whisper in the dark that said “it’s time.”

I didn’t leave to punish anyone. I left to survive. And I miss them — Lord, do I miss them. Every time I close my eyes, I see the kids’ faces. I hear their voices. My whole body aches with the missing. But there’s also this…stillness. This peace. The kind I haven't felt in years — maybe decades.

I’m staying with Gina and her elderly mother — tucked into a space that’s not mine, but feels more like home than anywhere I’ve been in a long, long time. The first night, Gina made meatloaf. Hot. Homemade. With sides. And you’d have thought it was a five-star gourmet feast the way I inhaled it. I cried into mashed potatoes like they were holy water. That meal tasted like mercy. Like I wasn’t alone.

I didn’t plan any of this. I didn’t even pack right. I left with the bare minimum and a heart so cracked open it practically rattled. But God knew what He was doing. He sent Gina. He sent clarity. And He reminded me of something I’d forgotten: I’m allowed to choose me.

And then there's Lincoln. My ride-or-die fluff ball, who got a bath in Gina’s tub and now smells like dollar store lavender and defiance. He hasn’t left my side — not even once. Not when I sobbed. Not when I laughed like a lunatic over absolutely nothing. Not when I sat in that chair afraid to lay down. He just posted up beside me, little caramel-tipped ears on alert, like, “Say the word, Mama. I’ll protect you from the ghosts and the grief.”

I’m still raw. I still cry at the thought of birthdays and baby teeth and inside jokes I’m no longer part of. I still wrestle with guilt that I couldn’t stay, that I couldn’t fix it, that I had to go. But I also know — deep down in my weary soul — that if I hadn’t left, I might not still be here at all.

Here’s what I’m learning:
Peace doesn’t always come wrapped in comfort. Sometimes it shows up as a borrowed recliner and the kindness of a woman you haven’t seen in years.
Sometimes it’s meatloaf and mercy.
Sometimes it’s choosing to love people from a safe distance instead of burning yourself up trying to stay close.

To Gina — you beautiful, stubborn, fiercely loyal angel of rescue — I don’t have the words. But I hope one day I can pay it forward.

To the ones I miss: I love you. Always. But I love me, too. And that’s a new thing I’m learning how to do.

Lord,
Thank You for carrying me through the darkness I couldn’t see my way out of.
For the quiet places You prepared before I ever knew I’d need them.
For meatloaf miracles, borrowed chairs, and the grace to finally rest.

Thank You for Gina — for her strength, her shelter, and her spirit.
And thank You for Lincoln, whose loyalty reminds me daily what unconditional love looks like.

Cover the ones I left behind in Your mercy.
Wrap the children in warmth, joy, and protection.
Guide the hearts of those I still love — even from a distance.
And help them one day understand that I didn’t leave out of anger... I left to survive.

Give me courage to keep walking this path,
Even when it aches.
Even when I miss them so deeply it makes my chest hurt.
And remind me that choosing peace is not betrayal — it’s obedience.

Let my healing be holy.
Let my boundaries be blessed.
And let this new chapter rise not from shame, but from surrender.

Amen.

From the recliner —
With lavender-scented loyalty at my feet,
Mags & Lincoln

New Chapter? Who dat?

New Chapter, Who Dis?

Well…

I did the thing.

After months of trying to play Motel Mary Poppins in a room full of chaos, I finally packed my bags, my laptop, and my last remaining nerve—and I’m leaving.

Why?

Because I got written up at work for background noise during customer calls.

Because grown men were yelling while I was trying to sell healthcare.

Because Jesus said, “Come forth, Maggie,” and I said, “Bet.”

This isn’t drama.

It’s deliverance.

I’ve arranged for the kids to stay at a more affordable place, and I’m helping them out with what I can—because I love them, not because I’m trying to win the Mother Teresa Olympics. That’ll leave me with about $1800 a month to eat, breathe, and possibly have a moment of peace without a fire alarm going off for emotional support.

Oh, and guess who’s coming with me?

Lincoln.

My little caramel-tipped Havanese prince.

He’s walking into a brand-new home situation that includes 18 cats.

Yes, you read that correctly. Eighteen. As in, a feline choir.

So please keep him (and my sinuses) in your prayers.

Also, shout out to my amazing friend (who will remain nameless but is basically the Beyoncé of rescue missions) for showing up to help me make this quiet, no-drama exit. This woman deserves her own blessing and a bottle of something bubbly.

I’m not bitter. I’m not broken.

I’m just finally brave enough to say: I deserve better than the noise.

I don’t know what’s ahead.

I just know I’m not going backwards.

Not into the chaos.

Not into the guilt.

Not into a life where my peace was last on the list.

So yeah, this is me… walking out with dignity, two bags, a dog, and possibly a mild cat allergy.

It’s giving: New Chapter, Who Dis?

It’s giving: Soft life, but make it faith-based.

It’s giving: I may be broke, but I’m bougie in the Spirit.

Say a prayer for me. Say a prayer for the kids. Say a prayer for the cats, honestly.

This next season might be messy.

But it’s mine.

And baby… I’m not running. I’m redecorating my life.

— Maggie

I’m Not Being Dramatic—We’re Literally Out of Options

Okay, let’s just call it: I’m spiraling. And not in a cute “oops I overthought a text message” kind of way. I mean full-on, chest-tight, ugly-cry panic mode. Because somehow I’m the only one in this motel room who realizes that we are one checkout away from the street.

Everyone else? Sleeping. Scrolling. Laughing at TikToks. And I’m sitting here holding the universe together with duct tape, prayer, and a bad internet signal.

I’m tired. I’m pissed. I’m scared. I’m praying like my life depends on it—because it does.

I’ve posted. I’ve prayed. I’ve pitched. I’ve created new Etsy listings with shaking hands and answered Fiverr messages while trying not to scream. I’m not lazy. I’m not ungrateful. I’m not irresponsible.

I’m just drowning. Quietly. In plain sight.

And here’s what I know:

1. I can’t cry in front of the kids.
2. I can’t scream at God (though we’re currently not on speaking terms… except when I whisper “please”).
3. I can’t collapse, because I’m the Wi-Fi password, the paycheck, the meal planner, the everything.

So I’m putting it here.

Not to get attention. Not to get sympathy. But because I need a freaking miracle.

And if you’ve ever been in this place, you know the silence is louder than the fear.

If you can help? Thank you. If you can’t? Please pray. Or share. Or don’t judge. Or maybe do all three because I’m too tired to tell you what to do.

Cash App: $maggie050167

Venmo: @maggie050167

Etsy Shop: maggieprintzcharming.etsy.com

Blog (yep, you’re on it): ashestoarmor.blogspot.com

And if you’re new here: Hi, I’m Maggie (short for Margaret). I cuss sometimes. I pray always. And I still believe God sees me, even when I can’t see anything ahead but fog and unpaid bills.

To Studio 6 and manager Khan:

Y’all are angels in human form. I don’t know how we’d be surviving this without your patience and kindness. May the Lord bless you with every good thing and unlimited PTO

insert sassy prayer here….

xoxo

Mags and Lincoln

🏨 Motel Miracles, Digital Hustles & Dog Hair: Our Real Life Right Now

(Starring Me, Lincoln the Fluff King 🐶, and God’s Relentless Mercy)

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:

• ashestoarmor.blogspot.com
• maggieprintzcharming.etsy.com

🙏 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)

🔥 From Chaos to Calling: The Birth of Ashes to Armor

Let me set the scene for you.

One hotel room.
Three grandkids (Cameron, Fischer Jr., and Zeni).
One son, one daughter-in-law, and a dog named Lincoln who’s absolutely convinced he owns the bed (and honestly… he’s not wrong).

It’s loud. It’s crowded. It’s beautiful chaos.

This is where Ashes to Armor was born — not in a curated office space with mood lighting and matcha, but in a one-room hotel, where the love is louder than the mess and the purpose is greater than the pressure.

The conditions?
Not ideal.
But temporary.

The finances?
Tight.
But we’ve got each other — and more importantly, God’s got us.

I’ve lost a lot in this season — friends, space, stability, stuff.
But I’ve gained something way deeper:
Clarity. Calling. Purpose.

I’m tired, y’all.
I’m sitting here in the same old t-shirt and denim shorts I wore yesterday. Laundry is upstairs and guess what? I’m not feeling it.
We’re on each other’s nerves daily — but it’s all wrapped in love and late-night laughs and kids who somehow always manage to fall asleep sideways on my side of the bed. (Looking at you, Cameron and Jr. — and yes, Lincoln too.)

I’m confined to a corner of the mattress… and yet somehow, this is the widest my heart has ever stretched.

Work is busy. Bills are real. And while I’d much rather be pouring my soul into creating my course, “Reignite Your Life Over 50,” the hustle won’t hustle itself. So I burn the candle at both ends and pray for more wick.

I wish there were five of me — one to work, one to create, one to hold the babies, one to rest, and one just to nap for the rest of us. But until then, I press on.

Because the fire in my belly is real.
Because I know God’s not just going to bring me out of this — He’s going to launch me through it.

So here it is:
The blog post.
The beginning.
The moment where I stop waiting for perfect and start building from the messy middle.

Ashes to Armor isn’t just a brand. It’s a movement. A mission. A ministry in motion.
And I’m creating it with my laptop in my lap, kiddos in my personal space (ha! what's that?), and a whole lotta coffee in my cup.

Wait and watch, y’all.
📣 www.ashestoarmor.com — coming soon.

Wrapped in faith, built in fire,
—and entangled right in the middle of creating clip art and digital downloads.
Because hey, no rest for the weary — or the wildly called.

     Dear God,

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Thank You for showing up in hotel rooms, crowded corners, and coffee-stained notebooks.

Thank You for turning exhaustion into purpose, and chaos into clarity.

Some days I don’t know if I’m building an empire or just trying to survive bedtime — but You remind me it’s both.

Give me the patience of Job, the creativity of Proverbs 31, and just a few minutes alone in the bathroom without someone knocking.

Help me trade burnout for boldness.

Help me rise, even when I’m running on grace and dry shampoo.

And remind me, always, that You’re not finished with me yet.

I may be tired, but I’m not done.

Let my mess be my ministry — and my purpose shine through the crumbs.Amen.

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Big love,
Maggie & Lincoln 🐾

✨ Ashes to Armor: Built in the fire. Covered in grace.