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05/31/2026

GOOD MORNING & HAPPY SUNDAY EVERYBODY

May your coffee hit your soul like a church choir on payday.

May your pancakes flip successfully on the first try.

And may nobody ask you to “do a quick favor” today because we all know that’s how entire Saturdays disappear into the shadow realm.

Some of y’all woke up refreshed and peaceful.

Others woke up looking like your spirit got into a bar fight with your blanket at 3AM.

But guess what?
We made it to another Sunday.

And remember, today is for rest, family, laughter, good food, naps that accidentally become full-time careers, and pretending we’re “just resting our eyes” while snoring loud enough to register on weather radar.

And before the chaos of another week begins, remember this:

“Be still, and know that I am God.”
(Psalm 46:10)

My simple interpretation?

Sometimes God is basically telling us:

Sit down somewhere.
Stop stressing over everything.
Stop trying to control every little detail like you’re the CEO of the universe.
I already got this.

Half of us spend the whole week worrying about bills, work, people, problems, politics, gas prices, weird emails, and whether that sound in the car is “expensive” or just “musical.”

Meanwhile God’s probably up there like:

“My child, please unclench your jaw and eat your biscuits in peace.”

So today, breathe.
Laugh hard.
Love your people.
Take the nap.
Eat the dessert.
Call your mama.

And thank God for waking you up one more time.

And if you absolutely MUST be productive today,

at least put on church music while ignoring your responsibilities so it feels holy.

Have a blessed Sunday, everybody

With Love, Will Hiatt, Author, Grand Duke of Holy Naps & Refrigerator Pilgrimages, CEO of Coffee, Chaos & Casual Scripture Quotin’, and Revered Snack Prophet of the Living Room Couch

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Over time, I’ve realized something:

My writing has become a front porch.

A place where people can stop for a moment, rest their hearts, laugh a little, cry a little, and hopefully leave feeling lighter than when they arrived. Some mornings it’s ridiculous stories about geese, bugs, or fish with emotional problems. Other mornings, it’s something deeper. But underneath all of it is one simple hope:

To remind people they still matter.

And, truthfully, I think a lot of us are walking around with missing pieces.

And yet, here we are.
Still standing.
Still trying.
Still capable of bringing light into somebody else’s dark morning.

If today’s post gave you hope, made you smile, or encouraged you in some small way, feel free to share it directly from my page, send me a friend request, or follow along for more daily greetings and stories from this little front porch of mine.

And to those of you who have been chasing this dream with me from the beginning, thank you.

Every comment, every share, every kind message, every person who stops by to read these ramblings before starting their day, it means more than you know.

We’re building something together.
One strange story at a time.

05/23/2026

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05/17/2026

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05/17/2026

SUNDAY MORNING BISCUITS & BLESSINGS

GOOD MORNING, you powdered-sugar-coated disciples of chaos.

Happy Sunday and Happy World Baking Day.

The holiest holiday for people who believe butter is a spiritual gift and measuring chocolate chips is merely a suggestion.

Some of y’all woke up peaceful and refreshed this morning.

Others stumbled into the kitchen looking like a cat that just survived a wind tunnel, whispering,

“Lord, if You can hear me, please let there be biscuits.”

And somewhere right now, a parent is aggressively preheating an oven like they’re competing on a Food Network show nobody asked for.

But today feels sacred in a weirdly beautiful way.

Because baking is basically faith with potholders.

You take a bunch of separate ingredients that individually look questionable:

Flour dust everywhere.
Raw eggs looking suspicious.
A stick of butter the size of a brick.
And enough sugar to concern a physician.

Then somehow, through heat, patience, and prayerful supervision, something good comes out of the oven.

Honestly?
That’s the Gospel right there.

Jesus has been taking broken ingredients and making miracles out of them for centuries.

Water into wine.
Fish into dinner.
Sinners into saints.

And somehow turning my late-night snack decisions into functioning adulthood.

That’s divine baking chemistry.

And let us not forget:

Jesus called Himself the Bread of Life.

Which means somewhere deep in my soul, I fully believe Heaven smells faintly like fresh bread and unconditional forgiveness.

So today:

Bake the cookies.
Burn the first batch.

And eat the second batch directly from the pan while standing in the kitchen like a tired Victorian ghost.

If your cake collapses, call it “rustic.”

If your biscuits come out hockey-puck adjacent, remind everyone that character builds jaw strength.

And if somebody says,

“You should’ve followed the recipe exactly,”

simply stare into the middle distance and whisper,

“The Lord leads differently sometimes.”

My semi-sweet interpretation of World Baking Day:

God mixes grace into our mess the same way grandmas mix butter into everything:

generously, without measuring, and slightly concerning to modern science.

Yes, sometimes life turns up the heat.

Sometimes we feel overmixed.

Sometimes we come out a little crispy around the edges.

But Jesus still pulls us from the oven and says,

“Yeah, this one’s worth keeping.”

“Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in Him.”
(Psalm 34:8)

With Love, Will Hiatt, Author, Archbishop of Cinnamon Roll Theology, Supreme Muffin Commissioner, Knight of the Sacred Spatula, Part-Time Gravy Consultant, Director of Emergency Snack Operations, Regional Overlord of Burnt Cookie Recovery, Certified Biscuit Encouragement Specialist, and Keeper of the Holy Crockpot

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If this gave you even the smallest lift this morning, I’m really glad you stopped by.

And if we’re not connected yet, consider this your invitation to pull up a chair. Follow along, send a request, or just hang out for a while. No need to have it all figured out. Bring the wins, the mess, and everything in between.

This space has become more than daily posts to me. It’s a front porch with the light on, coffee brewing, and a seat that’s always open. Faith, growth, laughter, real life, it all belongs here.

If something here speaks to you, share it straight from my page. You never know who might need to hear it today.

This was never about numbers. It’s about people.

05/16/2026

SATURDAY MORNING DOODLES & DIVINE INTERVENTION

GOOD MORNING, you glorious caffeine-powered crayon bandits.

Happy Saturday and Happy National Drawing Day, the one sacred holiday where humanity collectively decides,

“You know what? I can draw,”

right before creating a stick figure that looks emotionally unavailable.

Today is about art.

Expression.

Creativity.

And pretending the weird little doodle in the corner of your notebook wasn’t accidentally summoned during a stressful phone call.

Some of y’all are out here drawing beautiful landscapes.

Some are sketching flowers.

Some are making those mysterious “S” symbols from middle school like ancient prophets preserving forbidden geometry.

And some of us still draw hands like overcooked spider nuggets.

But let us remember:

Jesus Himself was a carpenter.

Which means somewhere in Nazareth, our Savior probably looked at a crooked table leg and said,

“We’ll sand it down and call it rustic.”

That’s grace, baby.

Because if the Lord can turn fishermen into disciples, water into wine, and my life decisions into survival stories, He can absolutely work with your crooked doodles and half-charged spirit this morning.

And yes, National Drawing Day feels deeply biblical when you think about it.

God spent six days creating the heavens and the earth, and meanwhile I can’t draw a bicycle without it looking like a haunted pretzel.

Yet He still wakes us up every morning and hands us a fresh blank page.

That’s the beauty of grace.

Every sunrise is God saying,

“Alright, Picasso, try again.”

So today:

Draw something ridiculous.

Color outside the lines.

Laugh loudly.

Take the nap.

Eat the pancake.

Text the people you love.

And if your sketch turns out ugly, just call it “abstract” with confidence and walk away dramatically.

Because confidence is 87% of art and 93% of surviving adulthood.

And somewhere in Heaven, I firmly believe Jesus smiles every time we create something joyful instead of spending the whole day worrying ourselves into a folding chair.

My barely-within-the-lines interpretation of National Drawing Day:

God gives us the outline.

Life hands us crayons with broken tips.

And somehow Jesus still hangs our refrigerator artwork on the Kingdom fridge like proud parents at an elementary school open house.

And let’s not forget:

“For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things He planned for us long ago.” (Ephesians 2:10)

With Love, Will Hiatt, Author, Supreme Chancellor of Questionable Decisions, Senior Breakfast Burrito Theologian, Licensed Cartwheel Observer, Director of Holy Nonsense Operations, Part-Time Crayon Prophet, Regional Manager of “It’ll Probably Be Fine,” and Keeper of the Sacred Weekend Vibes

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If this gave you even the smallest lift this morning, I’m really glad you stopped by.

And if we’re not connected yet, consider this your invitation to pull up a chair. Follow along, send a request, or just hang out for a while. No need to have it all figured out. Bring the wins, the mess, and everything in between.

This space has become more than daily posts to me. It’s a front porch with the light on, coffee brewing, and a seat that’s always open. Faith, growth, laughter, real life, it all belongs here.

If something here speaks to you, share it straight from my page. You never know who might need to hear it today.

This was never about numbers. It’s about people.

05/10/2026

GOOD MORNING & HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY

Today we celebrate the women who somehow survived raising us while also finding missing shoes, locating invisible ketchup bottles in the refrigerator, untangling extension cords, and hearing a child whisper “Mom” from three counties away. Mothers are truly one of God’s greatest masterpieces. They are part counselor, part chef, part referee, part detective, and part emergency response team with the ability to fix emotional breakdowns using snacks and a hug.

I imagine Jesus smiling today as mothers everywhere wake up to warm coffee, handmade cards with suspicious amounts of glitter, and breakfasts that somehow involve burnt toast, half-cooked bacon, and a smoke detector choir performance at 7:12 a.m. Yet somehow, moms still smile through it all like seasoned champions of chaos.

The Bible says in Proverbs 31:25:

“She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.”

Now here’s my not-so-exhausted interpretation of that verse:

Moms laugh at the days to come because after surviving toddlers with permanent marker tattoos on the walls, teenagers learning to drive, and husbands standing in front of the pantry saying “We have no food” while staring directly at 47 boxes of snacks: nothing scares them anymore.

Mothers develop the spiritual strength of a gladiator mixed with the patience of a saint and the investigative skills of a raccoon digging through garbage at midnight behind a pizza shop.

To every mother today:

Thank you for the sacrifices nobody saw.

Thank you for the prayers whispered quietly at night.

Thank you for the love that held families together during hard seasons.

Thank you for being the heartbeat of the home.

Whether you’re celebrating with your children, remembering your mother, missing someone deeply today, or carrying the title of “Mom” in your heart in any way, may today remind you that your love matters more than words can explain.

And somewhere out there, I’m pretty sure a camel named Wilbur is wearing a “World’s Best Mom” shirt while delivering flowers with Jesus riding shotgun and giving directions nobody asked for.

Have a beautiful Sunday, everyone. Hug your mothers tight today. And if your mom is in Heaven, smile at the memories she gave you.

With Love, Will Hiatt, Author, Senior Writer of Point Place Chronicles, Professional Coffee Reheater, Licensed Leftover Inspector, Part-Time Sock Matchmaker, and Honorary Pancake Quality Control Supervisor

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If this gave you even the smallest lift this morning, I’m really glad you stopped by.

And if we’re not connected yet, consider this your invitation to pull up a chair. Follow along, send a request, or just hang out for a while. No need to have it all figured out. Bring the wins, the mess, and everything in between.

This space has become more than daily posts to me. It’s a front porch with the light on, coffee brewing, and a seat that’s always open. Faith, growth, laughter, real life, it all belongs here.

If something here speaks to you, share it straight from my page. You never know who might need to hear it today.

This was never about numbers. It’s about people.

05/09/2026

GOOD MORNING AND HAPPY SATURDAY!

Today is National Left Sock Memorial Day, the one sacred day each year where we pause to remember all the brave left socks that mysteriously vanished somewhere between the washing machine and the dryer.

Scientists still can’t explain it.

And, while some say there’s a portal behind the lint trap,

Others believe the socks simply got tired of smelling feet and started new lives in Florida.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Toledo, a lonely right sock is sitting in a drawer whispering,

“She said she’d be back after the rinse cycle.”

Now, my imagination sees Jesus standing in somebody’s laundry room this morning holding up one single sock saying,

“Fear not, for your partner has gone on to glory.”

Then Peter immediately blurts out,

“Lord, check behind the fitted sheets!”

Which brings us to today’s verse:

“Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you.” (1 Peter 5:7)

Now here’s my not so stinky foot interpretation of that verse:

Sometimes life feels exactly like losing your favorite sock.

You search everywhere.
You get frustrated.
You blame the dryer.
You accuse family members.

And, you question your entire existence while holding one useless sock in your hand like it’s evidence from a crime scene.

But God reminds us not to carry every little frustration around all day.

Some things are simply out of our control, like missing socks, shrinking jeans, and whoever keeps putting empty milk cartons back in the fridge.

Let it go.
Laugh a little.
Trust God with the things you can’t fix.

And if you happen to find seventeen unmatched socks under your bed later today, consider it a miracle.

My friends, may your coffee be strong, your laundry survive the spin cycle, and your feet avoid stepping on Lego bricks this weekend.

With Love, Will Hiatt, Author, Sock Recovery Specialist, Chief Investigator of Dryer Crimes, Toledo Laundry Task Force Captain, and Part-Time Foot Odor Negotiator

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If this gave you even the smallest lift this morning, I’m really glad you stopped by.

And if we’re not connected yet, consider this your invitation to pull up a chair. Follow along, send a request, or just hang out for a while. No need to have it all figured out. Bring the wins, the mess, and everything in between.

This space has become more than daily posts to me. It’s a front porch with the light on, coffee brewing, and a seat that’s always open. Faith, growth, laughter, real life, it all belongs here.

If something here speaks to you, share it straight from my page. You never know who might need to hear it today.

This was never about numbers. It’s about people.

05/03/2026

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05/02/2026

GOOD MORNING, AND HAPPY SATURDAY, RISE AND SHINE LIKE YOU MEAN IT

The sun showed up on time.

The birds are already in a staff meeting.

And somewhere in Toledo, a raccoon just finished his night shift and is judging your life choices as you reach for that first cup of coffee.

But here you are, awake, breathing, and standing at the front door of a brand new day.

Now picture this:

Jesus is out for an early morning walk, calm as ever, stepping through the quiet before the world gets loud. No crowd, no spotlight, just Him and the stillness. And as He walks by, He looks at you, not a rushed look, nor a distracted one, but an I’m present one.

He says, “You made it to another day. Let’s do something with it.”

There’s no pressure in his voice.
No grand speech.
Just an invitation.

Which, kind of hits different, doesn’t it?

Because sometimes we wake up thinking we need everything figured out,

When really, all we need is a willingness to take the next step.

Which reminds me of this verse:

“They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.” (Lamentations 3:23)

Here comes my not-so-half/asleep interpretation:

You didn’t wake up behind.
You woke up renewed.

Yesterday had its say. Good, bad, messy, unforgettable, it’s done.

Today? Today is fresh ink on a blank page, and you’ve got the pen.

You don’t have to fix everything.
You don’t have to prove anything.

Just show up.
Do what you can.
Be who you’re becoming.

And remember, even small steps count when they’re moving forward.

So whether your Saturday looks like productivity, rest, family time, or just surviving until lunch, own it.

Smile at something simple.
Laugh at something ridiculous.
And if life gets a little chaotic, just remember, even the best stories have a few plot twists.

TODAY’S MANTRA:

I welcome this new day with purpose, peace, and just enough caffeine to stay positive.

Now go make this Saturday yours, one step, one smile, one moment at a time.

With Love, Will Hiatt, Author, Weekend Motivation Distributor, Part-Time Coffee Negotiator, and Proud Survivor of “Just Five More Minutes” That Turned Into Thirty

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If this gave you even the smallest lift this morning, I’m really glad you stopped by.

And if we’re not connected yet, consider this your invitation to pull up a chair. Follow along, send a request, or just hang out for a while. No need to have it all figured out. Bring the wins, the mess, and everything in between.

This space has become more than daily posts to me. It’s a front porch with the light on, coffee brewing, and a seat that’s always open. Faith, growth, laughter, real life, it all belongs here.

If something here speaks to you, share it straight from my page. You never know who might need to hear it today.

This was never about numbers. It’s about people.

And you’re part of what makes it matter.