Surprise. I am mommy.
And lately, I needed to remember that.
I started this blog fifteen years ago simply because I needed somewhere to process what God was doing in my heart. But as time goes on and seasons shift, it is amazing how easy it is to forget the “why” behind something.
Yesterday, as I was going about my day, the Lord gently reminded me of my origin story.
Back then, I was physically exhausted and emotionally overwhelmed, sitting in a rocking chair at 2 a.m., asking God, “Why is this so hard?”
Writing became the way I centered myself again. It brought me back to what I actually needed, which was not more control or parenting books, but God.
As a visual learner, writing has always helped me hold onto what God was teaching me. In college, I was the note-taker. Everyone wanted to see what I wrote down. My handwriting has never been impressive, and writing at the speed of light to keep up with professors certainly did not improve it. But I captured everything.
That habit carried into my Christian walk. I have stacks of notebooks filled with sermon notes, podcast reflections, Bible study observations, and prayers scribbled in the margins. Page after page of what the Lord was teaching me in different seasons.
This blog and website were born from a deep need to preach the gospel to myself every day.
The more I write down what the Lord is showing me, the more I remember it in practice, not just in theory. There is something deeply comforting about going back and reading words written in earlier seasons of motherhood. I can see where I struggled. I can see where He was faithful. I can see growth I did not notice at the time.
Sharing what the Lord shares with me is simply an extension of His love. Not just for me, but for you. He uses each of us as reflections of the Holy Spirit within us. In His kindness, He allows our obedience to become someone else’s encouragement. This is one of the ways He brings heaven to earth.
This space may look like I am serving others. And I am. But it is also one of the ways the Lord serves me. Writing forces me to slow down, to sift through what is true, to come back to Him. In giving, I am also being formed.
And I wonder if the same is true for you.
Whatever you offer in your home, your church, or your friendships may be shaping you more than you realize. The Lord is refreshing your soul even as you care for someone else’s.
So let me ask you something.
What have you been doing lately that might actually be drawing you closer to Him?
It is a good reminder that the work before us is not only about caring for others. It is one of the tangible ways the Lord deepens our dependence on Him. Sometimes the shift we need is not in our schedule, but in our perspective. It may simply mean fixing our gaze upward again and seeing what we are doing through the lens of a loving Father.
Is that easy for you to grasp? That God loves you?
It is not always easy for me.
Which is exactly why He keeps leading me back to this space. To write it down and remind myself again and again that His love for me is not based on performance or dependent on productivity. It is not earned by spiritual effort.
His love is rooted in who He is and in the original intention with which He created me. Before I accomplished anything. Before I mothered anyone well or poorly. Before I served, wrote, led, or tried to fix anyone, He loved me.
He loves me because He is love.
He created me on purpose, not as a project to manage but as a daughter to cherish. That means I do not wake up each morning trying to secure His love. I wake up already held by it. My obedience flows from being loved, not from trying to be lovable.
As 1 John 4:19 reminds us, “We love because he first loved us.”
When I forget that, I start striving. When I remember it, I start abiding.
And abiding is living from love instead of working for it.
Thank you, Jesus, for your gentle reminders.
One day at a time,
fixing your eyes on Jesus,
abiding to thrive.
xo,
Paula