My Quiet Path

There are moments in a mother’s life when love becomes prayer. Not because we are helpless, but because we finally recognize that the next step belongs to God. Today is one of those moments. Olivia is stepping into an interview that could open a new door in her career. She has worked hard, learned deeply, and poured her heart into helping others. And now she stands at the threshold of something new, something she has earned, something she hopes for, something she is ready for. But as her mother, I cannot sit in the room with her. I cannot answer the questions. I cannot guide the conversation. I cannot shape the outcome. And so I pray. Not out of fear, but out of trust. Not out of worry, but out of love. Not because I doubt her, but because I believe God is already ahead of her. 🌿 Trusting God with the steps Prayer becomes the way we walk with our children when our feet cannot follow them into the places they are called to go. It becomes the way we steady our hearts while theirs are be...

Yesterday was supposed to be a day with my mom. We had planned for me to come over and help her with a lime green and navy blue deco mesh wreath. We had picked out flowers last Thursday at Hobby Lobby. She was looking forward to it, and honestly, so was I. But by Sunday night, my throat was sore. By Monday morning, I felt awful with a headache, sore throat, runny nose, stuffed up. I knew I couldn’t go. So I let her know I wasn’t feeling well and wouldn’t be able to come. It was such a small moment, but it carried that familiar ache: the disappointment of wanting to show up for someone you love, but not being able to. The frustration of plans changing. The heaviness of feeling unwell. And in that quiet space, God whispered something to my heart: “Even this is part of the path.” 🌿 The unexpected pause Life doesn’t always move the way we expect. Sometimes God slows us down without asking our permission. Sometimes He places a pause where we planned activity. Sometimes He gives rest when w...

It is football day in our house; snacks, cheering, comfortable clothes, and time with my husband. I love football, and honestly, I love the way it slows us down together. There’s something simple and grounding about sitting side by side, watching the game, sharing reactions, and enjoying the same moment at the same time. It’s not a church service.   It’s not a Bible study.   It’s not a “spiritual activity.”   But it’s holy in its own quiet way. Because God doesn’t only meet us in the places we label “spiritual.”   He meets us in the places we share love. 🌿 The gift of companionship   As I think about our time together, I’m reminded how much God values companionship. Scripture says, *“Two are better than one…”* (Ecclesiastes 4:9). Not because life is always hard, but because life is sweeter when it’s shared. Football days remind me of that. The laughter.   The commentary.   The snacks.   The comfortable sile...

This morning I fed my sourdough starter again. It’s still young, still learning how to come alive, still figuring out how to grow. When I look at it, it doesn’t seem like much is happening. Just a jar of flour and water sitting on my counter. But every time I stir it, I see tiny bubbles forming — little signs of life that weren’t there yesterday. Quiet growth. Slow growth. Hidden growth. And standing there with my spoon in hand, I felt that familiar nudge from God: “This is how I work in you.” So much of God’s work in our lives looks like nothing at first. We pray. We hope. We try. We wait. And sometimes we wonder if anything is changing at all. But just like that starter, God is moving in ways we can’t always see. He is strengthening us. Stretching us. Preparing us. Growing something inside us that will rise in its own time. 🌿 A small beginning Scripture says, “Do not despise the day of small beginnings…” (Zechariah 4:10). Small beginnings don’t feel impressive. They feel slow. Ordin...