Seven years ago, I stepped into a moment that would change my life forever.
I remember the hospital room like it was yesterday. The silence between contractions. The weight of responsibility pressing on my heart. My mind filled with questions I didn’t have answers to.
Would I be enough?
Would I know what to do?
How do I become a mother without the support I thought I needed?
Fear of failure.
Fear of not measuring up.
Fear of doing it alone.
But what I didn’t fully understand in that moment was this God was already there.
Before I had the strength, He was my strength. Before I had the wisdom, He was my teacher. Before I had confidence, He had already called me chosen.
Motherhood didn’t begin with perfection. It began with surrender. I leaned into God in ways I never had before. I sought His wisdom through Christ. I prayed for guidance in the quiet moments. I asked Him to shape me into the mother my daughter would need even when I didn’t feel ready. And He did exactly that. Azalea, everything you are today is by God’s grace.
Your joy, your light, your strength, your heart none of it is accidental. You are a living testimony of what happens when God steps into a story and rewrites fear into purpose. He didn’t just give me a daughter, He gave me an assignment.
To love you.
To lead you.
To cover you.
To pour into you what He first poured into me.
“The Lord will guide you always; He will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame.” — Isaiah 58:11
These seven years have not been perfect but they have been purposeful.
I’ve grown with you. I’ve learned with you. I’ve been stretched, refined, and rebuilt through the calling of being your mother. And if there is one truth I hold onto, it’s this: God knew exactly what He was doing when He gave you to me. You are becoming everything He created you to be bold, beautiful, and covered in His grace.
Happy 7th Birthday, my daughter. My blessing. My legacy of love.
— Mom
