You’ll come to realize that your worth as a woman is not defined by the labels society assigns to you. It’s not determined by the size of your pants, your appearance, the white gown you wear as you walk down the aisle, the children you bear, or the success you achieve in your career.
But what if true fruitfulness isn’t measured by the size of our offerings, the loudness of our labor, the followers we’ve gained, the blessings we’ve received, or the ministries we’ve built?
But maybe the real path is to sit with them. Invite your traumas to the table, one by one. Trace their edges, talk to them softly, gently—little by little, day by day.
Pray and watch to see what God does next. Praying and watching. Taking a moment of stillness.
Life becomes heavier and messier as we watch the world change in the blink of an eye. Yet, amidst all the chaos and confusion, a thought quietly settles in: we were given a chance to experience this fragile, beautiful mess.
As we get older, everything becomes more precious because we know time won’t stand still. Moments and memories are fleeting
Then you were buried.
From swaddling cloth to a linen shroud.
A man said to her,
“I’m here, my daughter, there’s nothing to fear."
I can be a child again, chasing Him and playing with Him like never before.
There, we’ll finally see the promises fulfilled for those who trusted His whispers, even as the world grew noisy and dark.
