Losing a daughter is tough.
We’ve been working through the grieving process for the past year.
We can’t go around it,
can’t go under it,
can’t avoid it;
we are working through it.
Happier days are ahead. Miss you.
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Sitting in that cozy Olive Garden booth, the familiar smell of garlic and fresh bread wrapping around me like a warm hug. You know the moment — they slide that endless basket of golden, steaming breadsticks onto the table, soft on the inside, crisp and buttery on the outside. One bite and I’m hooked. Two, three, maybe four… and suddenly I’m full. Deep-down satisfied. By the time the actual meal arrives, I don’t even have room for it anymore. The hunger that felt so loud just minutes earlier? It’s quiet now.
That’s exactly what Jesus has been for me.
I used to chase so many things trying to fill the empty places — approval, distractions, old habits, you name it. But when I started feasting on Him — really tasting His love, His truth, His presence — something shifted. Those other appetites lost their grip. Not because I white-knuckled my way through temptation, but because I was already full. Full of the real thing. The counterfeit just doesn’t taste the same anymore.
If you’re feeling that deep hunger today, friend… come to the table. He’s unlimited, He’s satisfying, and He’s waiting with open arms. One taste of Jesus and you’ll never look at the old menu the same way again. ❤️