06/21/2026
3 things of which I was reminded in my journey of ministry and motherhood this week:
1. Deep hugs have a way of healing something inside our souls. I'm a hugger, but to be honest, sometimes I hug quickly in greeting, almost like a formality, forgetting entirely what the hug is meant to represent. That is, until someone wraps me up in a hug and then... As I pull back to let go, they pull in again.
Suddenly, I find myself wrapped in something that feels far deeper than just a simple greeting. In that moment, I feel held. I feel seen. And I feel deeply loved.
Someone did that to me this week and it almost brought me to tears - out of nowhere. I didn't even realize how much I needed it... and I've been trying to do the same for others ever since.
So when you hug, sister... hug deep. Hug hard. Hug with intention. Hug... and hold on. You never know what you're breaking free inside someone's heart. ❤
2. Grace is not of me. I think that whenever we speak of supernatural peace, we expect it to come from God, but when we speak of loving like Jesus and carrying grace like Jesus, we find ourselves striving to reach the bar and make Him proud. God has been slowly working to break this off of me.
If peace that surpasses understanding comes from Him, so does love and grace. It's not something I have to work hard to carry well. It's something that I have to sit in His Presence to have poured into me so that I may carry it well when it overflows onto others.
We don't have to love like Jesus. We have to sit with Jesus and let His love overflow from us. I'll never be capable of doing it. That's the point. But He can... through me.
3. It's easier for me to disappoint my family than it is to disappoint other people, and that's a hard truth I've been wrestling with lately.
As another month comes to a close - filled with an overly packed schedule and exhaustion as the reward - I've realized just how often my family has longed for my presence. They've extended grace for my absences. They've picked up what I couldn't carry. They've supported me, encouraged me, and loved me well through it all. For that, I am deeply grateful. But there's also some accountability here that I need to face head-on.
The truth is, many of my commitments weren't simply the result of a busy season. They were the result of my own choices. I said "yes" over and over again when my family needed me to say "not right now." If I'm being honest, I've often been more afraid of disappointing others than disappointing the people I love most.
I know there are seasons when life is genuinely full, and this isn't meant to shame anyone walking through one of those seasons. But for me, this has been a wake-up call.
So here's to a new month and a refreshed perspective:
More intentional time with my family.
More quiet space with blank pages on the calendar.
More balance, and...
More wisdom.
Because ministry, and serving others, matters. But so does being fully present for the people God entrusted to me first. ❤️
Love you all so much! God is good. Be teachable. Be humble. Be bold. Be fearless. Be fierce. And be the beautifully God-created and fully adored YOU - Today and Every Day!! ❤
