Here we are — mid-month, mid-mess, maybe mid-soul-wrestle too. I don’t know what your days have looked like lately… maybe they’ve felt long and loud, or maybe they’ve passed quietly and unnoticed. Either way, I just want to pause and say: I see you.

Not with a distant, social media “you’ve got this!” kind of glance — but with the steady kind of seeing that says, your work is holy, even when it doesn’t feel like it.

The hidden service. The mundane moments. The stretching. The showing up when you feel poured out. It’s not lost. It’s not small. And it is not unseen. God sees it all — and He delights in the way you mother.

As I was praying over this space and the women who fill it, one verse kept echoing in my heart: “Let us not grow weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” Galatians 6:9

There’s a kind of harvest that doesn’t always show up in tidy milestones or perfect pictures. It shows up in character, in roots going deeper, in hearts being shaped — including your own. So don’t despise the slow growth. And don’t think you’re behind if you’re in a season of surviving. The fruit will come. In you. In them.

Take this as your mid-month permission slip to breathe. Not to hustle harder or perform more… but to rest in what’s already been planted. You’re sowing more than you see.

You belong here. I’m cheering for you, praying for you, and walking right alongside you.

With grace upon grace,

Kim