This Mother’s Day, I sit quietly with my thoughts, overwhelmed by one powerful emotion: gratitude.
Gratitude for the privilege of being called “Mom.”
Gratitude for the laughter, the tears, the chaos, and the quiet moments that only motherhood brings.
Gratitude for the tiny hands that hold mine—and the even smaller hearts that trust me to lead them in life.
Being a mom is more than a role—it’s a calling. One that I never feel fully prepared for, and yet, every day, I am reminded that God chose me for this sacred mission.
He didn’t give me children to perfect me, but to refine me.
He entrusted them to me not because I’m flawless, but because He knew I’d lean on Him in raising them.
There are days I feel exhausted, unsure, and even invisible. But in those moments, I remember: I am not alone. God walks with me in every step of this journey. He fills in the gaps where I fall short. He strengthens me when I feel weak. He celebrates with me in victories big and small.
Motherhood is a partnership with the Lord. I am not just raising children—I am stewarding souls. I am shaping character, planting seeds of faith, and building the future through the lives I touch in my home.
What an honor. What a joy. What a beautiful, sacred task.
To every mother reading this:
You are seen.
You are strong.
You are doing holy, meaningful work.
This Mother’s Day, may we pause and give thanks—not just for the flowers or the greetings, but for the daily grace that allows us to love, lead, and live this calling.
Happy Mother’s Day to us, warriors of love. May we continue to walk with faith, lead with grace, and raise our children in the way they should go.
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