Midweek brain dump… Restoration…02.18.26

Hey good people, how’s it going?
Welcome to a little midweek brain dump.

I’ve said this before, but sometimes when something hits you… it hits you. And today, it hit me.

I had just picked up my lunch from a local restaurant . I’ve known about this local restaurant for a couple of years, but these last six months are when I’ve really started stopping in, sometimes to sit and eat, sometimes just to grab takeout. And listen… the food is so good. It reminds me of something I’ve always heard while traveling: skip the chains, find the small local spots. That’s where you discover the real gems, that couldn’t be more true for Vannah’s.

Almost a year ago, I was in a pretty bad wreck right out front of this local restaurant . A four-car pileup. My kids were with me. It was an overwhelming . One of my girls was wailing and the person who hit us… he was too busy screaming at the other man he didn’t even bother to check in on us.

After the police talked to us there was a guy from this local restaurant who I now believe was the owner came outside, checked on us, brought ice cream to my girls, and helped me get something to drink. Just simple kindness in a hard moment. I realize how meaningful that gesture truly was. In chaos, he chose compassion.

Fast forward to today. I’m sitting in the drive-through, looking at the building, noticing the blue and orange, thinking about how much I love those colors together and I hope people have the experiences here that I have.

Then I realized God has really  placed something on my life: the ability to see restoration.

I see things differently. I believe almost anything can be repurposed, restored, brought back to something brighter. When I look at places, objects, even situations, I don’t immediately see what’s broken I see what could be. A little sanding, a coat of paint, some care and everything can change.

The food and service inside that building shine so bright. And I understand the reality keeping lights on, keeping people employed, running a small business in today’s world is no small thing. But I’m thankful God lets me see both sides the beauty and the effort behind it.

It made me think about where I started too. Food service shaped me. It built my work ethic. It introduced me to people who changed my life. It opened doors I didn’t even know existed at the time. Would I want my girls to work in a restaurant one day? My first thought is no… but my deeper answer is yes. Because those experiences build something in you that lasts.

Here’s where my heart is okay.

Thank you, God.

Thank you for placing me in rooms I needed, and removing me from rooms I had outgrown even when I didn’t understand.

Thank you for the people who changed my life forever.

Thank you for letting me see treasure where others see brokenness.

Sometimes I see restoration more easily in things than in people. And I want to see people the same way. Because just like buildings weather storms rain, time, pressure so do humans. Relationships, pain, disappointment they shape us. But no one is beyond restoration. No one is beyond becoming something new.

This is hard for me sometimes. Especially when love hasn’t been returned the way it should have been. But growth lives in honesty, and that’s my work: learning to believe in people the same way I believe in restoration.

So that’s my midweek brain dump.

I pray you begin to see restoration everywhere in places, in moments, and most importantly, in people. 

Don’t be shy, Let’s be social. 
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