04/29/2026
As we wrap up this month of Hope, I keep thinking about the prayers I used to pray over my kids… over motherhood… and how I’m actually getting to watch those things come to life now.
My daughter is graduating high school and starting nursing school.
My son is leaving for lineman school.
And somehow, my husband and I are stepping into this empty nester season.
It feels surreal.
There were so many days when I didn’t know if I was doing it right… if I was doing enough… if any of it would turn out the way I prayed it would—hoped it would.
But God has been so faithful. Through every difficult season, every moment of doubt and fear, He’s been in the small, not-so-insignificant details.
What once felt like distant prayers are now real. I’m looking around and realizing that I’m standing in the middle of things I once only hoped for. Me—the little girl who prayed her children would never witness the things she did, or the young woman who didn’t think true, godly men existed—she’s standing right in the middle of heaven’s goodness.
God truly answered my prayers, and thanks to Him, my children grew up under the same roof with two loving parents in a home where addictions weren’t controlling emotions and abuse was unheard of. My hope and prayer was that life would be normal and safe for my kids, and by His goodness, they got to live in that answered prayer. Both are going on to do big things because they are so confident in who they are and whose they are.
Life is hard, but it is so good. It’s full of ups and downs, heartache and joy. But my God, the God of Hope, is always working. Even when you can’t see it, He’s still there, turning everything for good.
If you’re tired, if you’re waiting, if you’re wondering… Sis, the God of this big old world is working in every little detail. Don’t let go of hope. Cling to it, cry in it, scream at it if you have too. Just don’t let go. We love you so much! 🤍
- Chauntelle