Letters of Annawin

23/11/2025

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22/11/2025

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Bring your little one to church…

Not because they’ll understand everything.
Not because they’ll sit still the whole time.
Not because it will always be convenient or peaceful.

But because there is something beautiful about raising a child in the presence of God… even before they can speak His name.

Bring them even when they’re wiggly.
Even when you’re tired.
Even when you feel people might stare.
Because the truth? Most people aren’t judging you. Many of them are smiling, remembering the days they brought their own babies to church.

Bring your little one to church because these tiny, ordinary Sundays add up.
One day, they’ll recognize the songs.
They’ll mimic the prayers.
They’ll fold their hands the way you do.
And long before they understand theology,
they’ll understand the atmosphere of worship.

They’ll grow up knowing:
“This place is safe.”
“This place is home.”
“This place is where we talk to Jesus.”

Even if you spend more time rocking them than listening…
Even if you step out more times than you planned…
Even if your worship looks like calming a baby instead of lifting your hands.

It still counts.
God sees your effort.
He sees your heart.
He sees the way you’re choosing to plant seeds in your child’s spirit long before they bloom.

So keep going, momma.
Keep showing up, dad.
Keep bringing them because you’re building a foundation they will stand on for the rest of their life.

Tiny feet in God’s house today…
steady footsteps of faith tomorrow. 🤍

22/11/2025

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22/11/2025

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22/11/2025

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21/11/2025

God’s faithfulness. ✨

20/11/2025

The little things become the breakthroughs. ✨

20/11/2025

I thought happiness was a group thing.. that if I was soaring, everyone else should soar too.

So, when I was in my highs, I tried to pull others up with me, thinking we’d all be happy together. And when I fell into my lows while others celebrated their peaks, I felt invisible, overlooked… even unloved. I resented them without realizing why.

Then I realized .. life is made of seasons.. we each have our seasons. Each person climbs their own mountain, walks their own valley, and experiences highs and lows on their own timeline. No one experiences the valley in the same way. No two seasons are the same, and that’s the beauty of it.

Now I understand that my mountaintops are mine to celebrate, and my valleys are mine to learn from. I can honor others in their season, let God guide them, and trust the timing of my own.

No dragging. No comparing. No resenting. Just embracing the season I’m in, and allowing others to embrace theirs.

Because when we accept the rhythm of seasons, we find peace.. not only in our own mountaintops but in our valleys too.

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