Still Growing With Eleanor

Devotionals and spiritual reflections for women walking in grace and growth.

  • Apparently, I’m Unsupervised

    What’s a moment when you realized you were officially an adult? I thought becoming an adult would be obvious. Perhaps there would be paperwork. A ceremony. Someone would hand me a sensible coat, pat me on the back, and send… Continue reading

  • A Shield, An Anchor, and An Engine

    What is your favorite quote? When I was a kid on the playground, life was simple but loud. If someone threw an insult my way, I didn’t overthink it; I just raised my shield. My go-to defense was, “I know… Continue reading

  • The One Who Sleeps Through The Waves

    There are storms that roar in which I have no control, storms that roar like they have permission. Winds that arrive without warning, and my spirit asks quietly, “Lord… am I still safe?” But lately, I’ve been learning something in… Continue reading

  • “Retirement Isn’t Where I’m Going—It’s How I’ve Chosen to Stay”

    I’ve asked myself how I wish to retire—and instantly found myself blinking at the question. And still… the answer does not come. The world, of course, had no hesitation.It offered a checklist.A finish line marked by dollar signs,pastel oceans,smiling stock-photo… Continue reading

  • “The Affair I Had in a French Café”

    Here in the United States, coffee is a necessity. It’s an accessory. It’s the fuel behind every hustle and the badge of every busybody. We don’t sip it. We chase it. We order it before we leave the house, pick… Continue reading

  • To Remember Is to Live Again

    There are days when the past presses upon me not as sorrow, but as presence— as though memory itself is a second breath, quieter, but no less real. It is spoken in another language… “Recordar es volver a vivir.” To… Continue reading

  • “Let Me Be Your Cautionary Tale -with Grace and Side-Eye”

    “Some people hear God’s voice. I apparently needed motion sickness first.” What gives you direction in life? It’s a question so big, it doesn’t knock on your door— it just sits across the street. Waves at you. Gives you the… Continue reading