To the mothers who lead with love, labor in secret, and whisper prayers no one else hearsâ
Today is more than flowers and cards.
Itâs a sacred pause to acknowledge the unseen.
Because while the world may celebrate your nurturingâŚ
Heaven sees your wrestling.
The late nights spent wondering if youâre doing enough.
The quiet tears shed over dreams that feel too far away.
The daily decision to rise againâclothed in grace, not perfection.
Motherhood isnât just about raising children.
Itâs about being raised yourself.
By the stretching.
By the sacrifice.
By the Spirit of God who meets you in the laundry piles and grocery lines and deep conversations you didnât feel ready for.
You are not âjust a mom.â
You are a kingdom carrier.
A vessel of generational change.
A living testimony that obedience in the small is what builds legacies that echo in eternity.
So todayâpause.
Look at what God is doing in and through your âordinary.â
And if you feel the tension of dreams yet to be birthed?
Thatâs holy too.
God doesnât sideline the called.
He develops them in the waiting rooms of everyday life.
You are becoming.
Happy Motherâs Day!
Heaven celebrates the life you liveâand the legacy youâre building.