Happy Mother’s Day to every woman called to nurture, protect, and pour into others–whether
through birth, through mentorship, through faith, or simply through presence. This post is a reflection
and a devotional tribute not only to my own mother, but to every mother-figure who has shown up
even when they were tired, who kept going even when unseen.

Today, I honor the women who mother with quiet strength. The women who raised generations with
their hands and their hearts. And the women who mothered children who were not biologically
theirs–but loved them as if they were.

God didn’t just call us to have children. He trusted us to steward lives.

And that’s no small thing.

Some mothers are guiding little ones still learning to walk. Some are holding space for teenagers
trying to find themselves. And others are parenting young adults, learning how to release what they
once protected so tightly.

Parenting evolves.

It takes wisdom to shift from hovering to holding space. It takes grace to know when to speak and
when to stay silent. And it takes faith–so much faith–to trust that what you’ve planted will bloom in
its season.

We may not always be able to be there for our children in every moment. But we can always ask
God to give us wisdom for the season we’re in.

So today, as we honor mothers, let this be our prayer:

“Lord, give us wisdom to mother with patience. With joy. With strength. Help us guide when we need
to lead, and step back when we need to trust. Whether our children are young or grown, remind us
that our love still matters. Let us reflect You in every stage.”

To the mothers. The aunties. The big sisters. The mentors. The village.

We see you.
We thank you.
We honor you.

Happy Mother’s Day.