Next week we are going somewhere most parents avoid. And I mean really avoid. Not because they don't care but because nobody ever showed them how. We're talking about the conversations that feel too big, too scary, too complicated to start. Death. Divorce. Addiction in the family. Racism. Sex. God. The topics that sit in the back of your throat every time you look at your child and think I need to talk to them about this. But where do I even start? Next week's free series is called 🔥 HOW TO HAVE HARD CONVERSATIONS WITH YOUR CHILD And we are going all the way in. No vague advice. No "just be honest with them." Real language. Real frameworks. Real examples of how to open doors that most families keep locked until something goes wrong. Because here's what I know Your child is going to encounter every single one of these topics whether you prepare them or not. The question is will they encounter it first from you? Or from the world? This series starts Monday. It's free. It's for every parent in this community. And it might be the most important thing we do together all month. 💬 Which topic are you MOST nervous to talk to your child about? Drop it below let's start the conversation before the series even begins.

Let's pray. Father I am praying for the parent who gave everything and somewhere in the giving lost themselves completely. The one who doesn't know what they like anymore. Who can't remember what brought them joy before children, before marriage, before survival mode became their permanent address. The one who looks in the mirror and doesn't recognize who is looking back. God I rebuke the spirit of identity erosion that has slowly stripped this person down to nothing but a function. A caretaker. A provider. A fixer. Until they forgot they were a person first. I rebuke the lie that says their needs don't matter. I rebuke the religious spirit that called self abandonment sacrifice. I rebuke the exhaustion that has been normalized and the emptiness that has been ignored. I bind the spirit of depression that has settled quietly into this parent's life and called itself "just tired." Father I am asking you to resurrect the person underneath the parent. Remind them of who You created them to be before anyone needed anything from them. Restore desire. Restore creativity. Restore the sound of their own laughter. Lead them back to themselves not away from their family but whole enough to actually be present in it. You did not create them to disappear. You created them to be fully alive. Breathe on them today God. Wake something up that has been sleeping too long. In Jesus name. Amen. 🙏🏽 Did you take my free class called Rediscover You Beyond Parenthood? Head over to the classroom and enjoy

Father God I come to you on behalf of every parent in this community who woke up today already exhausted. The ones who didn't sleep because their mind wouldn't stop. The ones who are holding a household together with nothing left in them. The ones who are parenting through pain they never dealt with, showing up for children while they themselves are bleeding. God I am asking you to meet them right now. Not when they get it together. Not when the house is clean and the kids are behaving. RIGHT NOW. In the middle of the mess. I rebuke the spirit of overwhelm that has made this parent feel like they are drowning with no way out. I rebuke the lie that says you are not enough. I rebuke the exhaustion that has been used as a weapon to make them quit. I bind the spirit of burnout in the name of Jesus. And I release supernatural rest. Not just physical sleep but the kind of rest that only comes from You. The peace that passes understanding. The kind that holds a person together when everything around them is falling apart. Restore their joy. Restore their vision. Remind them why they started. They are not behind. They are not failing. They are exactly where You need them to be dependent on You. In Jesus name. Amen.

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Happy Mother’s Day to the moms doing work that nobody claps for enough. For the late nights and early mornings. For the car rides, the appointments, the school meetings, the grocery runs, the prayers whispered over sleeping babies. For the disrespect you had to correct while still trying not to lose yourself. For the moments you felt inadequate but still got up and did what needed to be done. To the mom with no support. To the mom whose husband is present but still not really helping. To the mom dealing with a baby father who acts like parenting is optional. To the single mom carrying what was supposed to be shared. To the military wife holding the house down while he’s away. To the mom whose husband, boyfriend, or child’s father never showed up the way he should have. I see you. To the mom standing up to school systems. To the mom fighting discrimination. To the mom advocating for a child with ADHD, autism, tics, anxiety, sensory needs, or neurodivergence. To the mom whose child doesn’t have a diagnosis yet, but deep down you know something is different and you’re fighting to be heard. I see you too. To the mom with stretch marks. To the mom with the C-section scar. To the mom who pushed out an 8-pound baby and still somehow had to get up and be somebody’s whole world. To the mom healing from birth, grief, trauma, disappointment, and still making breakfast. Baby, crowns off. Hats off. Heels off. Sneakers off. TOOO YOUUUUU Because motherhood is not soft work. It is holy work. It is unseen work. It is exhausting work. It is sacrifice, prayer, tears, laughter, correction, forgiveness, and getting back up over and over again. And no, you don’t always get it right. But you keep showing up. So today, I pray somebody loves on you. I pray somebody sees you. I pray somebody gives you rest without making you ask for it 15 times. I pray God reminds you that your labor is not invisible to Him. Happy Mother’s Day, mama. You are doing more than you think. And you are loved more than you know.