You ever find peace… right before war breaks out in your living room?
Let me explain.
There I am:
Wrapped in my favorite fuzzy blanket, sipping hot cocoa like I’m the queen of calm.
I’ve got an old-school gospel hum on my lips, “Way Maker” in the background, my eyes closed, deep in my healing era.
And then…
💥 “ENEMY DOWN!” 💥
Cue my child or partner screaming into the headset, fully immersed in Call of Duty, as if they’re in an actual war zone.
And just like that, my cocoa becomes a combat beverage.

The Real Talk Life doesn’t pause for your healing.
Sometimes peace is found in the middle of the madness, not despite it.
That hot cocoa? That’s my reset button.
The humming? My daily meditation (and occasionally a performance for the cat).
And Call of Duty in the background? That’s my soundtrack of resilience. 😅
Because joy doesn’t need perfect conditions. It just needs permission.
“You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in you.” — Isaiah 26:3
Even with background explosions and surprise yelling, I choose peace. I choose joy. I choose cocoa.
Why don’t gospel singers play Call of Duty?
Because every time they get hit, they just shout “He’s a Way Maker!” and keep walking into fire. 🔥😂
What’s one simple thing that brings you joy?
Is it:
- Sipping tea while your toddler paints the walls?
- Journaling with a worship playlist… and your neighbor mowing grass like it’s a demolition derby?
- Baking cookies while you yell “REVIVE ME!” to your kid’s Xbox screen?
Drop your joy in the comments.
Let’s remind each other that healing can be loud, messy, silly, and still sacred.
Because listen even in the chaos,
even with a burnt tongue and background gunfire…
I am still healing. I am still humming. And this cocoa still slaps.
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