Good Afternoon Readers,
This morning started like most others — with an iced coffee in hand, a quick breakfast, and a cozy snuggle session with my sweet baby girl. She turned ten weeks old yesterday, and somehow she seems to grow more alert and curious by the hour. Every smile, every coo, every new expression feels like a tiny miracle unfolding right before my eyes. It’s such an incredible honor to be her mama — to witness all of her firsts and gently introduce her to this big, beautiful world.
I’ve also found myself growing in my faith during this season of motherhood. I’ve always believed, but I’m still fairly new to truly walking with God. Growing up, my family moved often and went in and out of churches, so I never really learned how to know Him deeply or study His word the way I was meant to. But lately, I’ve been blessed by what I can only describe as a small miracle — a reminder that God’s timing is never wrong. Again and again, He’s shown me that everything unfolds exactly when it’s supposed to.
When I found out I was pregnant, one of the thoughts that weighed on my heart the most was how deeply I wanted to raise our baby to know God. The only problem was… I wasn’t sure I truly knew Him myself. I believed in Him, of course, but I knew I wasn’t living like someone who had a real, personal relationship with Him.
Blake and I started talking about how we could change that — how we could become more intentional with our faith, not just for ourselves, but for our little one and any future children we might be blessed with. We made a plan to start small but steady: reading our Bibles together every day, beginning with the New Testament. Each evening, we’d pray before we opened the pages, and afterward, we’d talk or journal about what we’d read. For a while, it felt like everything was falling into place — I felt lighter, more grounded, and more at peace in my heart.
But as my due date grew closer, life started to blur. We began missing a day here and there… then a few days, then weeks. Before long, we’d slipped back into old rhythms. The guilt crept in, and it was heavy — but the distractions of preparing for a new baby were heavier still.
Shortly after our daughter was born, Blake brought up the idea of starting our Bible readings again, and we agreed to pick up right where we’d left off. But this time, it felt different. I was newly postpartum — exhausted, emotional, and overwhelmed in every possible way. My mind was racing, my anxieties were high, and I barely recognized myself. Whenever Blake would gently ask if I wanted to read, I found myself irritated and resistant, even though deep down, I did want to.
Looking back, I realize now that I was fighting a spiritual battle within myself. I longed to reconnect with God, but the motivation just wasn’t there. As the days turned into weeks, my frustration grew — not only with myself but with everyone around me. One afternoon, it all came to a breaking point. I sat on the edge of my bed, tears streaming down my face, and cried out to God in desperation:
“Please, Lord… help me. Help me find motivation again. Help me understand.”
I wish I could say He answered right away — but He didn’t. Still, I prayed every day, even when my faith felt small and my energy was gone. Deep down, I knew that even the smallest prayer was a step in the right direction. What I didn’t realize then was that God already had an answer waiting for me — one that would come much sooner than I expected.
Blake’s dad, Matt, and his girlfriend, Mandy, started a sweet family tradition — Sunday dinners at their home every week. It quickly became something we all looked forward to. Mandy’s brother, Larry, and his wife, Dawn, would join us too, making it a cozy little family gathering full of laughter, good food, and easy conversation.
Blake and I had already missed the last two dinners because we’d been under the weather, and when this Sunday rolled around, Blake wasn’t sure he felt up for going. But I was determined — we’d already skipped twice, and there was really no reason not to go. I told him it would be good for us to get out, see everyone, and spend some time together. So, off we went!
I’ve never been much of a social butterfly. At family gatherings, you’ll usually find me curled up on the couch, chatting with whoever happens to sit nearby — which, more often than not, is my sister-in-law. That Sunday was no different. We were deep in conversation, planning a trip to take the kids to the pumpkin patch, when a few words from across the room suddenly caught my attention: “Thursday” and “Bible study.”
I looked up and saw that Mandy was the one speaking. Curious, I asked her what she was talking about, and she nodded toward Dawn. It turned out she’d been asking Dawn about her women’s Bible study group — and that she planned to go with her for the first time that week. Without even thinking, I blurted out, “I’d like to go to a women’s Bible study! Would it be okay if I joined you guys?”
Dawn’s face lit up immediately. “Of course!” she said with a smile. She explained that their group had just started studying the book of Galatians and offered to order me my own study guide so it would be ready for Thursday. Up until that moment, I hadn’t realized that Dawn and her husband were people of faith, and hearing that instantly made me feel even more excited — and a little curious about what God might be doing.
When she mentioned Galatians, I told her how perfect that was because I was almost certain Blake and I had recently read it together. I pulled out my phone and went into the Bible app to check where we’d left off — and that’s when I knew, without a doubt, that God was answering my prayers. Right there at the top of the page, it read “Galatians 2.” Which was exactly where their study would be starting on Thursday. I just sat there in awe — it felt like God had reached right into my week and whispered, “See? I’ve been here all along.”
“I sought the Lord, and he heard and he answered me” – Psalm 34:4
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When was a time in your life that Gods timing was proved to you? Where everything you had been through seemed to just fall right in to place?
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