05/11/2026
It’s hard to sum up how the most rewarding parts of life can shape you. Motherhood challenges and changes you in ways you didn’t know were possible. It has a way of revealing your worst and your best, sometimes in the same moment. It gives you the closest glimpse of how God sees us, while also reminding you how deeply you need a Savior.
I’ve learned as my kids quickly get older that they can’t be my everything. As much as every part of me wants to hold on tightly, I’m slowly learning the freedom that comes with open hands. They are a gift to steward. They were never meant to carry the weight of being my identity, my ultimate fulfillment or my sense of purpose. That was never their place.
They are God’s first, fully and completely. Before I ever held them, He had already written their story. Every detail, every season, every high and low already known by Him long before it unfolds in front of me. And somehow, in His kindness, He lets me be part of it.
Honestly, that truth brings me to much comfort. I don’t have to carry the pressure of getting everything right. I’m reminded daily that I am not in control even when I try so hard to be, and that surrender is something I am learning in real time.
So I hold them loosely, even when it’s hard. I trust Him with what I can’t see yet. And I rest in the reminder that they were never mine to begin with. They were always His.