Happy Mother’s Day to all the mamas.

Whether you’re the matriarch or still raising your crew.

Whether you’re a biological mama of 3, of 5, of even 11…

Adoptive mama…

Grandmama…

Mama-in-law…

Spiritual mama…

Mama of angel babies…

Working mama…

Stay at home mama…

Work from home mama…

I asked the Lord if there was anything He wanted to say to you this year, in 2026… to me, too, and this is what I heard:

“Tell them I have searched them and I have known them.

I know them when they are sitting down and when they rise.

Tell them I know their thoughts from far away… I know their paths and their lying down, I know all of their ways.

I know exactly what they are going to say before the word ever leaves their tongue…

I’ve hedged them in behind and before, and My hand is laid upon them…

They cannot go away from My Spirit.

They cannot flee from My Presence.

If they come here to Me in Heaven, I’m here… if they descend to the depths and make their bed there, I’m there, too.

If they take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the innermost parts of the sea, even there I am guiding them, even there my right hand is holding them.

Tell them I make the night like light, and the darkness cannot hide them from Me—night and light are always the same with Me.

Remind them I made them and formed their bodies in their own mother’s womb…

I made them fearfully, and wonderfully… I want them to know it, and know Me, well.

Tell them nothing is hidden from Me.

Tell then I know the end from the beginning, because in My book all of their days they’ll ever live were written ahead of time, before one of them came to be.

Tell them how much I think about them… how My thoughts for them outnumber the actual grains of sand…

Tell them they are incredibly precious to Me, and I love them— tell them I’m proud of them and the mother they are.” (Psalm 139)

Whether you’re changing diapers, driving back and forth to sports practices, sitting in drama rehearsals, graduating a senior, graduating a college graduate, mothering mothers and fathers or waiting on the return of your prodigal…

God loves you, mama.

Jesus took on the cross of Calvary for you.

He came and died and rose again… for you.

It’s matters what you do as mama, but it’s more so about letting God love you along the journey.

This climate, this culture, this overwhelmingly inundating pace of information overload and communication methods that tend to overload our nervous systems and keep us reeling…

The pace can numb our soul. It can quench our spark. It can force us to turn certain parts of us off that were never meant to be turned off.

From wars and rumors of wars, to UFO sightings, and aliens…

Social media and reels and shorts and everyone trying to be an influencer.

Satan is doing everything he can do to get any foothold to make us doubt God and His involvement in our actual lives.

To make us panic that He might not show up for us.

To make us doubt the bible is real…

To make us doubt the promises really are for us…

To make us question God and His Goodness.

So God wants you to know He’s not leaving. He’s not confused, and He’s not surprised by any of it.

He still calls you to Him… to the secret place.

The starting place in this moment, today, is the secret place of the Almighty, in Psalm 91.

Under His wings will we find soul rest, as show up there, and as we dwell there, because only here can we find the rest that strengthens us to keep going His way.

We have to stop. Sit. Breathe. Say no. Listen to the crickets, watch the sun go down at dusk…

We have to brave to swim upstream and slow our roll when no one else around us is.

Know that mothering is hard.

It requires grit and staying.

It requires showing up and ending late.

And He made us for it, and He knew we’d need Him every single second.

We need God, and He wants us.

In our imperfections, in our ‘not quite right yet’ seasons…

It is the most wonderful thing we could ever be gifted to experience to raise a family.

Children are a blessing, a gift from God Himself.

And He sees you as you raise them.

And He’s proud.

Happy Mother’s Day, mama.

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