It takes a village

 It Takes a Village

This current season is so amazing… and so hard—all at the same time.

I’ve been lifted up by the most incredible women God has placed in my life to help me navigate it all. If I’m honest, I’ve never been great at asking for help. So for God to surround me with such wise, grounded women is nothing short of a blessing.

Some are like moms. Some are like sisters. Some are simply trusted friends. But no matter the role, they are all strong women who know—without a doubt—that without God, it’s not going to happen. Period. No matter what the “it” is.

So today, I’m grateful. I’m thanking God for each of these women and for the ones He’s still sending. What’s so beautiful is how He knew exactly what I needed long before I did. He’s placed them throughout my journey, and they show up right on time—with wisdom that both convicts and uplifts me.

I don’t want to let another year go by where I stay the same.

With my birthday just around the corner (the 19th—don’t forget! And yes, I accept all gifts! 😂), I’m celebrating the gifts of these women, the growth over the past twelve months, and what’s ahead in this next chapter.

And as I move forward, I find myself praying this dangerous, beautiful prayer again:

“Not my will, Abba… but Yours be done.”

Amen.

I love y’all—but even better?
God loves you

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