We’ve decided to transition from Mile Make Grace because it is more Route 66 and at the moment even though Route 66 is close to my heart it didn’t fit the rebranding for my site.
I would like to introduce you to Faith, Grace & Chaos: A Prayer as the Circle Remains Unbroken Because This Is My Circus and These Are My Monkes and this is more fitting not only for my life but my site. Which title do you like best and wh
Monday morning☀️ The Story
The alarm clock hums before the sun even thinks about rising. David’s already left for work, Gerald’s clinking dishes in the sink, and the dogs are pacing like they’ve got a meeting to attend. It’s Monday 7 AM — the hour where faith, grace, and chaos all share the same kitchen. Charlie and the dogs are counting sheep.
I start the coffee, not because it fixes anything, but because it reminds me, I’m still standing. Steam curls up like a prayer I didn’t have time to say out loud. The dogs circle my feet, waiting for the door to open. You whisper, “Lord, help me hold it together,” and He does — not by calming the storm, but by giving me the strength to dance in it.
C’s door creaks open. He’s half‑awake, half‑teenager, already thinking about the jobs he’s got lined up — painting, power‑washing, carpet cleaning. He’s building something, one paycheck at a time, learning that anxiety doesn’t get the final word. Bradley will swing by later, and they’ll walk — not for steps, but for peace. That walk is therapy disguised as friendship.
David’s calling and letting me know before he comes home, he is going to stop to sell plasma for gas and his Energy drinks for the week. David let me know he is moving slow but steady. He’ll come home tired, crack open a beer, and cook dinner like it’s his love language. He’s proof that dads can be nurturers too — that “mom‑like” isn’t an insult, it’s a compliment.
Gerald mumbles something from the couch, blind but somehow seeing everything that matters. The dogs bark at nothing and everything. And I stand there, coffee in hand, realizing this circus is mine — messy, loud, holy, and unbroken.
I breathe. I pray. I smile. Because grace doesn’t mean quiet. It means surviving the noise with your heart still open.
🙏 The Prayer
“Lord, thank You for this chaos that reminds me I’m alive. Thank You for the coffee, the dogs, the laughter, the noise. Thank You for David’s strength, Gerald’s peace, C’s courage, and Bradley’s friendship. Thank You for the child in heaven who still sends butterflies, and for the child who’s finding his way back home. Help me carry faith through the mess, grace through the noise, and love through every unbroken circle of this family. Amen.”
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Thank you,
Glenda, Charlie and David Cates
