Be Still and Know …

Lately, I’ve been noticing how uncomfortable it feels to be between versions of yourself.

Not who you used to be.
Not quite who you’re becoming.
Just … here.

This in-between space doesn’t come with clear language or tidy timelines. There’s no announcement that says, “Congratulations, you’ve officially outgrown this season!” No burning bush. No audible voice. Just a quiet, persistent sense that God is doing something, even if He hasn’t explained it yet.

Instead, it shows up through restlessness. Prayers sound different from how they used to. There is a subtle awareness that what once fit now feels a little too tight. Like Saul’s armor on David—heavy, restrictive, and not meant for what’s ahead.

For a long time, I thought that feeling meant something was wrong. That I was behind. That I needed to hurry up and figure things out. Now I’m starting to think it might mean the opposite.

Scripture is full of in-between seasons. Moses tending sheep. David waiting between anointing and kingship. The disciples sitting in the upper room were promised power but told to wait. Growth in God’s economy rarely looks rushed or efficient. Often, it looks like waiting without a full explanation.

Most of the time, growth feels like uncertainty. Like pausing. Like standing still long enough to realize that your old answers don’t work anymore. The new ones haven’t been revealed yet. And honestly? That can be terrifying.

We live in a world that rewards clarity. People want quick testimonies and clean timelines. They are curious about what God is doing. They want to know where you’re headed and how it all turns out. Preferably, they want it in a neat paragraph.

But faith doesn’t always move in straight lines. Sometimes God leads us in circles, not to confuse us, but to deepen us. Sometimes He asks us to trust Him without handing us the next step in advance.

I’m learning that this in-between season is sacred ground.

It’s where God gently removes what was built out of fear or performance.
It’s where He exposes expectations that were never His to begin with.
It’s where He teaches us to listen rather than strive.

That doesn’t mean it’s easy. There are days when I pray for clarity and instead receive silence. Days when I want direction and feel invited into stillness. Days when I wonder if I should be doing more, when perhaps God is asking me to notice more.

But I’m beginning to see that not every season is about action. Some seasons are about alignment.

Alignment with God’s voice.
Alignment with His timing.
Alignment with who He’s shaping us to become.

That kind of awareness doesn’t always look productive. Sometimes it looks like resting when the world says rush. Sometimes it looks like trusting God’s work underground, where no one sees growth happening yet.

If you’re in this place, feeling unsure, unsettled, or unfinished, hear this: you are not behind. You are not failing. God doesn’t rush what He is refining.

You don’t owe the world a fully formed version of yourself. You owe God quiet obedience. You owe yourself patience while He finishes His work.

Wait on the LORD; Be of good courage, And He shall strengthen your heart; Wait, I say, on the LORD!” (Psalm 27:14)

So if today feels slow or unclear, let it be. The same God who called you is still the same God with you in the waiting. Trust that He is forming something majestic beneath the surface, even if you can’t name it yet.

This isn’t a pause in your life.
It is your life: held, guided, and sustained by God.

And it’s allowed to be unfinished.

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Becoming, Not Broken

Don’t give up on your dreams—God planted them.
Don’t give up on your goals—He is shaping them.
And don’t give up on yourself—God isn’t finished with you.

When the road is long, and strength feels thin, hold fast.
God sees the dream.
God orders the steps.
And God is still working in you.

A fresh start, a new chapter, and endless opportunities. Happy New Year!

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The Peter Pan Syndrome: When Grown Men Refuse to Grow Up

1 Corinthians 13:11, which states, “When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.”

The boy-man charmer. Peter Pan at 60 isn’t nearly as adorable as at 20.

Ever notice some guys who act like eternal boys—charming, fun, but allergic to responsibility? That’s Peter Pan syndrome in a nutshell: Adult men stuck in Neverland, dodging commitment, chores, or emotional maturity. They want the perks of adulthood (freedom, fun) without the grown-up parts (bills, accountability, sacrifice).

In my family, I have a couple of brothers who fit the Peter Pan syndrome. I love them dearly, but I can’t hang out with them for extended periods of time.

In relationships, it’s toxic. The “Peter” expects you to be Wendy—nurturing, cleaning up messes—while he plays hooky from life. I see echoes in past relationships: All control, zero emotional growth. Red flags? Avoidance of tough talks, financial irresponsibility, blaming others, or bailing when things get real. They unknowingly tend to prioritize personal desires over the needs of others. With the Peter Pans in my past, their main escape was going out with the boys. They often drank excessively.

If you’re in a relationship, ladies, don’t treat a man like a child. Healthy love requires two adults. Encourage growth gently, but set boundaries: “I need a partner, not a project.” Therapy helps Peters fly toward maturity. For us? Choose Tink—sprinkle pixie dust on your own wings and soar solo if needed. Independence isn’t scary; it’s a matter of freedom.

Now, I am not suggesting there’s anything wrong if you are a big kid at heart. I am suggesting embracing the importance of adult responsibilities. Develop self-awareness. If you’re in the trenches, know this: Healing comes. Courage builds. True love respects you first.

What’s your fairy tale twist? Share below—I’d love to hear. For more on how fairy tale fantasies can mask emotional dysfunction, read my earlier reflection:

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When Memory Fades, Love Remains

I made this simple video back in 2017 – this video will always hold a lifetime of precious memories …

Daddy is in the beginning stages of forgetfulness — I don’t like the word dementia. His short-term memory may be slipping, but he still recalls events from years ago with striking clarity. Those memories are forever embedded in the recesses of his mind. Daddy has always been a storyteller. Just visit my post, “I No Spic Inglish!” to get a glimpse of his charm.

During a recent visit, it dawned on me that I should record him. That day, he was recounting one of his many tales — this one about his first job. His mind was sharp, his personality vibrant. Whenever he veered off-topic, I gently steered him back. When we finished, I replayed the video for him.

As he watched himself on the computer, he became animated — eyebrows raised, laughing, even tearing up. It was as though he were reliving the story in real time. He pointed at the screen. Then he turned to me and said, “When your daddy is gone, you’ll always have this to remember, eh?”

Back home in Texas, I often play that video. Every time, it brings tears to my eyes. I know the day will come when Daddy’s memory fades even more, and that thought breaks my heart. I often think of Mama and our other elderly relatives. What if we recorded them too — their voices, their laughter, their stories? Maybe it would help them remember.

It’s like hearing a song you haven’t listened to in years — suddenly, you’re right back in that moment.

One thing I’ve learned is that correcting or scolding a loved one who forgets only causes frustration. If Daddy said something offbeat, and we ignored it or gently redirected him, peace would return. It’s a little like guiding a child — with patience and love.

His eyes still twinkle with mischief. The mirth in his thick Puerto Rican accent is magical. This is my daddy — animated, joyful, unforgettable. I will love and cherish him forever.


Fast-forward eight years.

The 2025 government shutdown caused massive airport delays and flight cancellations. My sister said Daddy wanted to see his family one last time. I was overwhelmed — emotionally and mentally — dreading the flight fiasco I’d have to make alone.

Then my dear husband said, “Mary, I’m driving you to Florida to see your dad.” Instantly, relief washed over me.

It’s about a fifteen-hour drive from Houston to Orlando. After stops and breaks, we arrived seventeen hours later that evening. After hugging my sister, brothers, and step-mother, I couldn’t wait to see him!

Now, Daddy mostly keeps his eyes closed. He still responds when spoken to, but he rarely initiates conversation. I said, “Daddy open your eyes. I want to see you seeing me!” For a moment, he opened his eyes and saw me! I cried. Sang to him. And prayed.

Yes, even in this quiet state, I know — deep down — that the man who filled our lives with laughter, stories, and music still lives on within him. And when I look at him, I see not just who he is today, but the decades of love, warmth, and resilience that shaped him.

Daddy, I love you.

Because love — like memory — never truly fades.

What a day that will be
When my Jesus I shall see
When I look upon His face
The one who saved me by His grace
When He takes me by the hand
And leads me through the Promised Land
What a day, glorious day that will be!

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🌿 When Plans Shift, Grace Leads the Way

Sometimes life invites us to pause, pivot, and lean into grace. Due to circumstances beyond my control, I’ll be stepping back from the upcoming event at Texas Proper Dry Goods and Interior this year.

To those who were planning to visit my table—thank you. Your encouragement means more than words can say. 📚 Running in Heels: A Memoir of Grit and Grace is still available online!


I plan to be at the Fort Bend Art Center event on November 29th—and I’d love to see you there! In the meantime, may we all honor the detours, trust the timing, and keep walking with grit and grace.

Fort Bend Art Center Event

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Your Words, My Fuel

In the past few weeks, I’ve been overwhelmed—in the best way—by your responses to Running in Heels. Over a dozen new Goodreads reviews have poured in, many from book clubs who read and reflected together.

One reader wrote, “Running in Heels is not just a memoir, it’s a mirror…” Another said, “Mary doesn’t sugarcoat anything, but she also never loses her hope.”

These words are more than reviews—they’re reminders that healing is contagious. That when we share our stories, we invite others to share theirs.

Thank you for walking this journey with me. If my story moved you, I’d love to hear from you. Leave a review, share the book, or simply pass it on to someone who needs a little grit and grace.

Upcoming Events: Meet the Author

I’m thrilled to be part of two beautiful events this November—if you’re nearby, I’d love to see you there!

🍂 Texas Proper Dry Goods & Interior Fall Market

📅 November 8, 2025 | 🕙 10 AM – 4 PM 📍 5503 FM 359, Richmond, TX 77406 🔗 shoptexasproper.com Come browse local goods and meet artists. Stop by my table to chat. You can grab a signed copy or just say hello.

🎨 Book & Illustrator Show at Fort Bend Art Center

📅 November 29, 2025 | 🕙 10 AM – 4 PM 📍 2012 Ave G, Rosenberg, TX 77471 🔗 artleaguefortbend.org This event celebrates storytelling in all its forms. I’ll be sharing Running in Heels alongside talented illustrators and fellow authors. It’s a beautiful space for creativity and connection.

📽️ P.S. If you haven’t seen it yet, I’ve added the official book trailer to the sidebar. It’s a glimpse into the heart behind the pages—feel free to take a moment and watch.

With gratitude, Mary A. Pérez

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“All of Business is About Relationships”

Some messages are meant to be heard. This one poured out of me, and I wanted to share it with you in my own voice. May it meet you where you are ~

As I journey along the way, I have come to realize that I need you. I learn, grow, and I am encouraged by you! You see, there was a period when I was hurting so much I didn’t have time for you. I was too wrapped up in my own little sad state of affairs to consider you. And why not? I was led to believe that I was insignificant, damaged goods, a toss-away. In my bleeding heart, what could I have contributed to you anyway? Why would anyone listen to anything I had to offer? Inside, I was frail, weak, and torn. I felt lonely. I was a mess!

But that was then. This is now: I thrive in hearing you say that I’ve helped you. I am comforted knowing I have made a difference. It could be through a deed—a spoken word, a smile, a written word, or a touch.

Thank you for allowing me to be me and for going on this incredible journey with me. You walked with me in my brokenness and pain. You rooted for me during my shame. You cheered for me because I emerged sane!

I have an endless hope, not a hopeless end!

My messes became my message. My life of peril turned into a life of promise. Through it all, I have gained an astonishing insight. I know that I’m somebody. I have a bright future. I have a purpose. I am needed and loved.

God hasn’t given up on you, so don’t you dare give up on Him. God loves you, and I do, too.

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For in Him we live, and move, and have our being.”

Acts 17:28


If this message spoke to you, I’d love to hear from you. Leave a comment, share it with a friend, or let me know how you’re finding hope in your own journey. God bless!

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The Shadows of my Baby Sister’s Death

I remember first holding you, so tiny in my arms.
Next thing I knew, you turned two, angelic, and quite the charm.
Your silhouette dances in my dreams before my eyes –
Remembering your joy with my simple lullabies.

I imagine your eyes, your voice, your laughter,
Spending time together, nothing else mattered.
I thought about you often before crawling into bed at night.
I loved you deeply and never wanted you out of my sight.

I wish you could tell me what’s on your mind today?
What are the things you’re longing to say?
Would you have married a wonderful husband?
Live in a castle and have many children?

Oh, if only I could see you now. I would run to you. I would hold you and twirl you around!

Oh, sister, there will always be a hole in my heart,
But I guess, somehow I knew that from the start.

If only I had you to talk to, share secrets with, laugh, and cry
I would not be here thinking: Why? Why did you have to die?

Excerpt, Chapter 2 of Running in Heels: A Memoir of Grit and Grace

Soft, velvety cheeks. A round, rosy nose. Dark hair like mine, but curly. Eyes, blue that sparkled like the ocean I’d seen in storybooks. I kissed her sweet-smelling face. Her soft, pudgy hand with tiny fingers curled inside mine. Anna melted my heart. I won’t be alone anymore. I caressed her cheeks and whispered, “I’ll stay by your side for always.”

Soon left with the responsibility of caring for Anna, I became her substitute mother. I loved her and took care of her as best as a seven-year-old could.

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Happy Birthday to Mama in Heaven

Dear Mama,

It’s been three years since you’ve been gone from us … you would have turned 91 years old today. I know you are celebrating the best birthday ever. On this day, I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday in heaven.

I hope you know you are sorely missed. It’s no secret we’ve been through some hard times together. Although you weren’t the perfect mother, I wasn’t the perfect daughter. Perhaps, we were perfect for each other. I pretty much miss everything about you! Never thought I’d say, even your bickering over something or about someone. I miss buying you trinkets, pretty blouses, and taking you to a nice restaurant. It was good to help you forget problems and enjoy your special day. Making you smile meant everything to me.

In the end, it hurt to let you go, but seeing you suffer in pain was worse. I asked the Lord that you’d still be around on Mother’s Day. And God called you home in time; it was on Mother’s Day at 3 pm. You are totally healed now. You have no more pain. There is no discomfort, or tears, or worry. You are with your Savior and loved ones who have gone on before you. Please send them all my love.

I will never forget you. Sending you kisses and all my love, Mama.

Always your Little Girl.

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Joyful Gathering at Bruno & George Winery

What a gorgeous, sunny day it was in Sour Lake Texas, a historic town in Hardin County, southwest of Beaumont! My recent book signing at Bruno & George Winery was a heartwarming success, filled with wonderment, meaningful conversations, and shared excitement. Stories were shared, books were sold, and my eldest daughter accompanied me showcasing her own talented artwork.

I wish to express my deepest thanks to everyone who came out. Special thanks to Shawn Bruno for hosting us so graciously.

If you haven’t yet read my memoir, it’s available through Amazon—a story of resilience, faith, and legacy. We’re presently working on a Spanish edition to honor my Puerto Rican heritage and reach even more hearts. You can support this journey through our GoFundMe Campaign.

Stay tuned for future book signings and events. And if you’d like to invite me to your book club or community gathering, I’d love to hear from you! Contact me

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