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A few days ago, I woke up to a question from a mom that I couldn’t answer quickly.

So I sat with it.

Because there comes this strange, holy, terrifying point in motherhood when everything we’ve spent years shaping, teaching, protecting, praying over and preparing begins to leave our hands.

They start walking into rooms we cannot enter. Hearing voices we cannot filter. Encountering ideas we didn’t explain first.

And suddenly motherhood feels less like holding their hands and more like opening ours.

I wrote this mom back—and somewhere along the way realized I was writing to myself too.

Because I want every word in these slides to be true of my home.

I want my girls bringing hard questions to my kitchen counter. I want to listen before I lecture. I want Scripture woven into ordinary days. I want them to see a mom who actually needs Jesus—not just one who tells *them* they need Him.

But here’s my glaring humanity:

I’m so freaking tired.

My bandwidth is tapped. My effort is gassed.

I rush. I react. I miss openings. I spend entire days doing things for my girls and realize I barely slowed down to be with them.

And rereading my own words, I kept thinking:

Lord, I believe this. I want this. Please help me actually live it.

There is a gap between the mother I desperately want to be and the woman I actually am on any given Tuesday.

And THANK GOD that gap isn’t mine alone to fill.

He fills gaps.

His faithfulness isn’t measured by my bandwidth. The Holy Spirit can reach places in my daughters my best parenting never could.

Jesus never asked me to be their Savior.

They already have One.

So to the mom who wants this kind of home but feels tired, stretched and painfully aware of all the ways she’s falling short:

Me too.

I’m praying for more stopping. More listening. More Scripture in the ordinary. More repentance. More Jesus actually lived.

We teach. We disciple. We pray our guts out. We keep showing up.

And little by little, we open our hands.

Because eventually, all this preparation becomes surrender.

Thank God the hands we surrender them into are far more capable than ours. ❤️

A few days ago, I woke up to a question from a mom that I couldn’t answer quickly.

So I sat with it.

Because there comes this strange, holy, terrifying point in motherhood when everything we’ve spent years shaping, teaching, protecting, praying over and preparing begins to leave our hands.

They start walking into rooms we cannot enter. Hearing voices we cannot filter. Encountering ideas we didn’t explain first.

And suddenly motherhood feels less like holding their hands and more like opening ours.

I wrote this mom back—and somewhere along the way realized I was writing to myself too.

Because I want every word in these slides to be true of my home.

I want my girls bringing hard questions to my kitchen counter. I want to listen before I lecture. I want Scripture woven into ordinary days. I want them to see a mom who actually needs Jesus—not just one who tells *them* they need Him.

But here’s my glaring humanity:

I’m so freaking tired.

My bandwidth is tapped. My effort is gassed.

I rush. I react. I miss openings. I spend entire days doing things for my girls and realize I barely slowed down to be with them.

And rereading my own words, I kept thinking:

Lord, I believe this. I want this. Please help me actually live it.

There is a gap between the mother I desperately want to be and the woman I actually am on any given Tuesday.

And THANK GOD that gap isn’t mine alone to fill.

He fills gaps.

His faithfulness isn’t measured by my bandwidth. The Holy Spirit can reach places in my daughters my best parenting never could.

Jesus never asked me to be their Savior.

They already have One.

So to the mom who wants this kind of home but feels tired, stretched and painfully aware of all the ways she’s falling short:

Me too.

I’m praying for more stopping. More listening. More Scripture in the ordinary. More repentance. More Jesus actually lived.

We teach. We disciple. We pray our guts out. We keep showing up.

And little by little, we open our hands.

Because eventually, all this preparation becomes surrender.

Thank God the hands we surrender them into are far more capable than ours. ❤️

THURSDAY THROWBACK because apparently some of us need to hear this one AGAIN.🌹

Ever notice how the second you start growing, glowing, succeeding, speaking up, or actually feeling confident… somebody suddenly has ✨thoughts✨ about it?

Welcome to Tall Poppy Syndrome.

This episode is for the girl who’s been tempted to shrink herself just to make everybody else more comfortable.

Nope.

We’re talking jealous friends, comparison, social media, side-eyes, “jokes” that aren’t really jokes—and how to keep blooming WITHOUT becoming bitter, arrogant, or a snipper yourself.

Because biblical confidence isn’t “look how amazing I am.” It’s “look what God put in me, and I’m not going to bury it.”

Go dig up S3 E32: Tall Poppy Syndrome: How to Bloom Brightly in a World That Wants You Small. 🎧

Be the tall poppy, girl. And while you’re up there? Help somebody else grow too!!

THURSDAY THROWBACK because apparently some of us need to hear this one AGAIN.🌹

Ever notice how the second you start growing, glowing, succeeding, speaking up, or actually feeling confident… somebody suddenly has ✨thoughts✨ about it?

Welcome to Tall Poppy Syndrome.

This episode is for the girl who’s been tempted to shrink herself just to make everybody else more comfortable.

Nope.

We’re talking jealous friends, comparison, social media, side-eyes, “jokes” that aren’t really jokes—and how to keep blooming WITHOUT becoming bitter, arrogant, or a snipper yourself.

Because biblical confidence isn’t “look how amazing I am.” It’s “look what God put in me, and I’m not going to bury it.”

Go dig up S3 E32: Tall Poppy Syndrome: How to Bloom Brightly in a World That Wants You Small. 🎧

Be the tall poppy, girl. And while you’re up there? Help somebody else grow too!!

It is August.
It is Thursday.
It is probably still 87 degrees outside.

But. We are HERE. 🍂☕️🍩

Donuts balanced precariously on iced coffee.

We are simply choosing to live in the future at this point. 😂

Throw FR, Let’s Talk in your ears, grab something unnecessarily fall-flavored, and come pretend with us.

Jesus + iced coffee + fake fall. Honestly, we’re thriving!!!!

It is August.
It is Thursday.
It is probably still 87 degrees outside.

But. We are HERE. 🍂☕️🍩

Donuts balanced precariously on iced coffee.

We are simply choosing to live in the future at this point. 😂

Throw FR, Let’s Talk in your ears, grab something unnecessarily fall-flavored, and come pretend with us.

Jesus + iced coffee + fake fall. Honestly, we’re thriving!!!!

Sometimes “It doesn’t matter” isn’t actually about where she wants to eat.

Sometimes it’s easier to have no preference.
No opinion.
No strong feeling.
No answer someone could disagree with.

Because somewhere along the way, a girl can start learning that being easy to be around feels safer than being fully known.

So she shrugs.
Whatever.
You pick.
It doesn’t matter.

And slowly, without anyone noticing, she gets really good at disappearing inside the room.

But then you look at Jesus.

He asked people questions.
What do you want?
What do you think?
Who do you say that I am?
What do you want Me to do for you?

Not because He lacked the answers.
Because He wanted them to use their voice.

Mama, your daughter does not need to be the loudest girl in the room.

But she does need to know that humility is not the same thing as erasing herself.

That kindness doesn’t require silence.

That belonging shouldn’t cost her honesty.

That having an opinion doesn’t make her difficult.

That saying what she needs doesn’t make her too much.

So when she says, “I don’t care,” maybe sometimes ask again.

“But if it DID matter… what would you choose?”

Because today it might be pizza toppings.

But someday it may be a boundary.

A conviction.
A relationship.
Her faith.

Raise a daughter who knows she can gently, confidently say: “This is what I think. This is what I need. This is what I believe.”

Because the voice she learns not to shrink today... may be the voice God asks her to use tomorrow. It matters.

Sometimes “It doesn’t matter” isn’t actually about where she wants to eat.

Sometimes it’s easier to have no preference.
No opinion.
No strong feeling.
No answer someone could disagree with.

Because somewhere along the way, a girl can start learning that being easy to be around feels safer than being fully known.

So she shrugs.
Whatever.
You pick.
It doesn’t matter.

And slowly, without anyone noticing, she gets really good at disappearing inside the room.

But then you look at Jesus.

He asked people questions.
What do you want?
What do you think?
Who do you say that I am?
What do you want Me to do for you?

Not because He lacked the answers.
Because He wanted them to use their voice.

Mama, your daughter does not need to be the loudest girl in the room.

But she does need to know that humility is not the same thing as erasing herself.

That kindness doesn’t require silence.

That belonging shouldn’t cost her honesty.

That having an opinion doesn’t make her difficult.

That saying what she needs doesn’t make her too much.

So when she says, “I don’t care,” maybe sometimes ask again.

“But if it DID matter… what would you choose?”

Because today it might be pizza toppings.

But someday it may be a boundary.

A conviction.
A relationship.
Her faith.

Raise a daughter who knows she can gently, confidently say: “This is what I think. This is what I need. This is what I believe.”

Because the voice she learns not to shrink today... may be the voice God asks her to use tomorrow. It matters.

While we’re on hiatus, we’re REWINDING ⏪🎧 and ohhhhh this one. THIS ONE. S2 E35: THE LONELIEST GIRL IN THE ROOM. 🥺

For the girl who has friends… but still feels lonely.

Who’s technically included… but somehow still feels outside.

Who opens Instagram and suddenly everyone has a best friend, a plan, a group chat, a social life and apparently a professional photographer following them around??? 😭

Meanwhile you’re like hi yes does anyone actually SEE me?!

Girl. We talked about THAT lonely.

The sitting-in-a-room-full-of-people lonely.

The “why wasn’t I invited?” lonely.

The friendship-changed-and-nobody-warned-me lonely.

The God-feels-weirdly-quiet-right-now lonely.

And because we refuse to slap a ✨cute Christian quote✨ over an actual ache and call it healed—we went deeper.

Hannah. Scripture. Real-life ways to get out of your own head, bring the hurt into the light, and remember that feeling unseen does not mean you ARE unseen.

Basically: loneliness, but we’re not letting her run the group chat.

This was the finale of Holy but Heated: Too Spicy for the Group Chat, Too Real to Ignore and she STILL hits.

🎧 S2 E35: The Loneliest Girl in the Room

Grab your AirPods.
Grab your emotional-support iced drink.

Circle allllll the way back with us today. REWINDING NOW. ⏪ Let’s GOOOOO!!!

While we’re on hiatus, we’re REWINDING ⏪🎧 and ohhhhh this one. THIS ONE. S2 E35: THE LONELIEST GIRL IN THE ROOM. 🥺

For the girl who has friends… but still feels lonely.

Who’s technically included… but somehow still feels outside.

Who opens Instagram and suddenly everyone has a best friend, a plan, a group chat, a social life and apparently a professional photographer following them around??? 😭

Meanwhile you’re like hi yes does anyone actually SEE me?!

Girl. We talked about THAT lonely.

The sitting-in-a-room-full-of-people lonely.

The “why wasn’t I invited?” lonely.

The friendship-changed-and-nobody-warned-me lonely.

The God-feels-weirdly-quiet-right-now lonely.

And because we refuse to slap a ✨cute Christian quote✨ over an actual ache and call it healed—we went deeper.

Hannah. Scripture. Real-life ways to get out of your own head, bring the hurt into the light, and remember that feeling unseen does not mean you ARE unseen.

Basically: loneliness, but we’re not letting her run the group chat.

This was the finale of Holy but Heated: Too Spicy for the Group Chat, Too Real to Ignore and she STILL hits.

🎧 S2 E35: The Loneliest Girl in the Room

Grab your AirPods.
Grab your emotional-support iced drink.

Circle allllll the way back with us today. REWINDING NOW. ⏪ Let’s GOOOOO!!!

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