This past week, my husband and I took on a DIY project at home. A few joint aches and sore muscles later, we stood back, pleased with the finished product. After snapping the before-and-after photos, we faced the next reality: cleanup. A cleanup we were determined not to let spill into a new week.
Little by little, we cleaned the space, which included relocating some furniture, namely a chest filled with precious memories. Determined to sort through it before moving it, I began uncovering its contents. That’s when I saw the breadcrumbs.
Nestled between old photos and historical documents were printed firsts. Some were in plain sight, others carefully tucked away in folders and envelopes, protected from wear and tear. I read through each one, gathered each memory mentally, physically, and spiritually. It was a full meal that nourished my soul in one sitting.
Each breadcrumb was significant: my mother’s 1997 written speech from our first family reunion in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. The program from her homegoing service. My old newspaper articles from South Carolina. Our children’s first award certificates. Church bulletins. Ministry reports. High school photos. Family portraits.
Every breadcrumb affirmed my present and reminded me of a past I could only know through my mother’s storytelling. In her 1997 speech, she wrote of her Southern upbringing, the family tree, the nicknames that carried stories of their own, and her unwavering encouragement to know who we are and where we come from.
That was the breadcrumb of all breadcrumbs. Though her physical presence is gone, her wisdom remains, preserved in ink and paper. I just had to find the breadcrumbs… and follow them.
God often leaves trails like that for us, footprints in the sands of our wandering, guiding us back to Him.
Jeremiah 29:13–14 reminds us:
“You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.
I will be found by you,” declares the LORD, “and will bring you back from captivity.”
We are liberated when we stop pretending and abandon superficial quests. There is no weakness in seeking God, no shame in longing for truth. You don’t have to wander any longer. You still have meaningful work to do.
This is your breadcrumb: a reminder that fulfillment is found in the seeking, in the journey, and in the One who waits to be found.
Follow the breadcrumbs.
Be well, y’all, and much love!




