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Unscripted Musings from an Imperfect Pastor's Wife
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Unscripted Musings from an Imperfect Pastor's Wife
I’ll be honest — I’m tired. The kind of tired that goes deeper than needing a nap. It’s the exhaustion that comes from too many to-do lists, too many late nights, and too few moments to just breathe. Life lately has felt like a blur of responsibilities: adjusting to a new work schedule, family commitments, church activities, and the never-ending list of “one more thing” that always seems to pop up.
Some days, I convince myself that if I just push a little harder, I’ll catch up. But the truth is, I never do. Instead, I find myself running on empty, wondering how much longer I can keep going. And it’s in those weary, stretched-thin moments that the Lord gently reminds me: I was never meant to do this in my own strength.
The Bible speaks directly into our exhaustion. Isaiah 40:29-31 (KJV) says:
“He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increaseth strength. Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall: But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.”
I love how God doesn’t shame us for being tired — He expects it. Even the strongest among us will grow weary, Scripture says. But the key is found in that word “wait.” To wait on the Lord isn’t just sitting still — it’s actively leaning into Him, trusting Him to replenish what we can’t. It’s choosing to rest in His presence rather than striving in our own power.
There have been nights when I’ve collapsed into bed with prayers that were more like sighs: “Lord, I don’t have anything left.” And yet, somehow, the next morning, I find strength I didn’t have before. It’s not because I suddenly became stronger — it’s because He is.
Jesus Himself offered this invitation in Matthew 11:28-30 (KJV):
“Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”
If you’re like me — juggling responsibilities and running on fumes — maybe it’s time to accept that invitation. Let’s lay down the pressure to be everything and do everything. Let’s trade our exhaustion for His strength and our striving for His rest.
Today, I’m reminding myself that I don’t have to do it all. I just have to stay close to the One who holds it all together. Because when my strength runs out, His is only beginning.
In His Service,
April
October 5, 2025
There’s a question that has lingered in my heart more times than I care to admit: “Lord, why am I here?” I’ve asked it in seasons of joy and in moments of deep confusion. I’ve whispered it in prayer when everything around me seemed to be shifting, and I’ve cried it out when life felt heavy and uncertain.
As a pastor’s wife, people sometimes assume I have all the answers — that because I serve in ministry, I must have this whole “purpose” thing figured out. But the truth is, I’ve wrestled with it just like anyone else. And in that wrestling, God has taught me that discovering your purpose isn’t about figuring out a five-step plan for your life. It’s about learning to walk hand-in-hand with the One who created you.
Purpose Begins with the One Who Made You
I used to believe that finding my purpose meant searching for a specific role or title — something I could point to and say, “This is it.” But Scripture reminds me that purpose isn’t something we create for ourselves; it’s something God already prepared for us long before we were born.
“For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.” — Ephesians 2:10 (KJV)
The word workmanship means masterpiece. And that’s exactly what you are — a masterpiece designed by God with intention and love. Every gift you have, every story you carry, every experience you’ve walked through — they’re all pieces of a divine plan.
Surrender Unlocks Purpose
I’ll never forget a season in life when I felt completely lost. Ministry was busy, work was overwhelming, and I felt like I was failing at all of it. I kept asking God for direction, but it felt like silence. One night, as I sat in the quiet after everyone had gone to bed, I opened my Bible and landed on a familiar passage:
“Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct thy paths.” — Proverbs 3:5-6 (KJV)
It hit me — I had been asking God to show me the plan before I was willing to surrender the pen. True purpose begins with letting go. It starts when we stop striving to control the outcome and instead trust the Author of our story.
Purpose Grows in the Ordinary
We often think purpose will come as a lightning bolt moment — a calling so big and bold it will stop us in our tracks. Many of us expect purpose to burst into our lives like a sudden revelation — dramatic, unmistakable, and impossible to miss. But more often than not, God reveals it in the quiet corners of everyday life. I’ve felt it while delivering a warm meal to someone going through a hard season. I’ve seen it take shape in late-night prayers over my family when no one else was watching. I’ve even recognized it in a simple text message of encouragement sent at just the right moment — small acts that, in God’s hands, become part of something far greater than I could have planned.
And over time, I realized that my purpose wasn’t a position — it was obedience. It was faithfulness in the small things, trusting that God was weaving those moments into something bigger than I could see.
“And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men.” — Colossians 3:23 (KJV)
Purpose Always Points Back to Him
At the end of the day, our purpose isn’t about us. It’s not about our name being known or our achievements being celebrated. True purpose points back to the One who called us.
“Whether therefore ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God.” — 1 Corinthians 10:31 (KJV)
If your purpose is to love your family well — that glorifies Him.
If your purpose is to serve your church behind the scenes — that glorifies Him.
If your purpose is to walk through a difficult season with faith — that glorifies Him, too.
If you’re in a season where your purpose feels unclear, don’t lose heart. God isn’t hiding it from you. He’s inviting you to draw closer, to trust Him deeper, and to take the next small step in obedience.
Looking back, I see that every time I thought I was “wandering,” I was really just walking with Him — and with every step, He was shaping me for the very purpose He created me to fulfill.
So, if you find yourself asking “Lord, why am I here?” — know that He’s smiling gently and whispering back, “Because I have a plan for you — and it’s more beautiful than you can imagine.”
In His Service,
April
September 28, 2025
The Narrow Road: Choosing God’s Path
in a World of Detours
There are days when it feels like the world is sprinting in one direction, and I’m standing on the edge wondering if I’m the only one facing the other way. Culture celebrates what Scripture warns against. Values that once seemed firm now shift like sand. In moments like these, the pressure to go along just to fit in can feel overwhelming. Yet as believers, we are called to walk a different path—a narrow one that often looks strange in a world chasing after its own desires.
Jesus spoke plainly about this in Matthew 7:13–14: “Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat: Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.”
The broad road is crowded and comfortable. It promises acceptance, success, and ease. But Jesus reminds us that this path does not lead to life. The narrow road, though less traveled, is where we find Him—and in Him, the peace and joy the world can never give.
When the world’s noise drowns out truth, I am reminded of Proverbs 3:5–6: “Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.” The temptation is to trust my feelings, or to lean on what looks popular or safe. But God calls me to something deeper: to trust Him with all my heart. That means choosing His Word over my own reasoning, and His promises over the world’s persuasion.
Paul gives another reminder in Romans 12:2: “And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.” The world pressures us to conform, but God invites us to be transformed. That transformation comes when we spend time in His Word, in prayer, and in fellowship with other believers who are striving toward the same narrow road.
I have to remind myself daily that I’m not walking this road alone. God’s Spirit leads me, His Word lights my way, and His people encourage me. Even when the world pulls hard in the other direction, I can plant my feet firmly on His promises, knowing that His path leads to life everlasting.
Friend, if you feel out of step with the world right now, take heart. You’re not alone. The narrow way is not the easy way, but it is the way that leads to joy, peace, and eternal hope. Let’s keep our eyes fixed on Jesus, trusting that even when the world runs the other way, His direction will never fail us.
In His Service,
April
September 21, 2025
As most people know, I have recently found myself standing at the doorway of a new chapter—starting a new job. To be honest, it came with a mixture of excitement and nerves. Many questions filled my mind: Will I be able to meet expectations? Will I find my place among new colleagues? Am I really equipped for this? Is this God's will or my will?
In moments like these, I’ve learned to trust and lean on God’s Word.
There have been times when this first week felt overwhelming—new faces, new routines, new responsibilities. Yet, every morning as I drove to work, I reminded myself of Lamentations 3:22–23:
“It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.”
Each day brought its own challenges, but it also brought God’s new mercies. That truth gave me courage to take one step at a time, knowing that I didn’t have to carry yesterday’s struggles into today.
Part of stepping into a new beginning is learning to leave the past behind. I’ll admit—part of me wanted to cling to the comfort of what was familiar in my old role. But Paul’s words in Philippians 3:13–14 reminded me:
“…forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.”
Starting fresh meant I couldn’t compare this season to the last one. God was calling me forward, and I needed to trust Him with what lay ahead.
In many ways, a new job is like a small picture of the greater work God does in us through Christ.
2 Corinthians 5:17 says:
“Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.”
I realized that just as God made me new in salvation, He also gives me fresh opportunities to live out my faith in new settings. A workplace isn’t just a job—it’s a mission field.
On the days when I wondered if I could really do this, Isaiah 43:19 echoed in my heart:
“Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert.”
Starting something new can feel like walking into uncharted territory, but God has already gone before us. He promises to make a way, even when we cannot see it.
Now as I settle into this new role, I see God’s fingerprints all over this journey. The people I’ve met, the encouragement I’ve received, and the ways in which I see opportunities for growth have all been reminders that when we step into a new beginning with God, we step into His plan.
If you are walking into a new experience, a new season, or simply a new day, take heart—God’s mercies are new, His promises are true, and His presence goes with you.
In His Service,
April
September 14, 2025
One of the greatest blessings of being a pastor’s wife has been raising our children, both biological and nonbiological, in the Lord. When they were little, I remember tucking them into bed, reading Bible stories and kneeling with them to whisper the simplest of prayers. At the time, it felt like such small seeds—tiny acts of faith in the middle of busy, ordinary days. But looking back, I see how the Lord has used those moments to shape their hearts for Him.
Psalm 127:3 reminds us, “Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.” As mothers, we are reminded that these children are not ours to keep forever; they are only entrusted to us for a season. Watching them grow from toddlers tugging at my skirt in the church pews, to teenagers making mistakes and learning responsibility, and now into young adults finding their own path of service has been hard at times but one of my greatest joys.
I think often of Proverbs 22:6: “Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.” There were days I wondered if my training was making any difference or even being heard. Yet now, as I see them serving the Lord, I realize God’s Word has been faithful.
The Apostle John’s words echo in my heart: “I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth” (3 John 1:4). That joy is more than words on a page—it’s the feeling of sitting in a church service and seeing your child sing for the Lord, or watching them volunteer without being asked, or hearing them pray out loud with sincerity.
Even more precious is seeing them as adults—no longer serving simply because “Mom and Dad asked them to,” but because they have chosen for themselves to follow Christ. That is the moment you realize all the bedtime prayers, family devotions, and Sunday mornings spent getting everyone out the door were worth it.
Now, as my children have stepped into adulthood, I see the beginnings of a legacy that will outlast me. Deuteronomy 6:6–7 reminds me: “And these words, which I command thee this day, shall be in thine heart: And thou shalt teach them diligently unto thy children, and shalt talk of them when thou sittest in thine house, and when thou walkest by the way, and when thou liest down, and when thou risest up.”
It wasn’t just the Sunday sermons that shaped them—it was the car rides to school filled with conversations about life and faith, the prayers around the dinner table, and even the tears shed during family trials when they saw their parents cling to Jesus. Those daily moments left an imprint that is now showing up in the way they live as adults.
As I watch them take on new roles in life—whether in the workplace, in relationships, or in their own church service—I am reminded that my prayers for them do not stop when they leave my home. I pray even more earnestly now that they would continue to grow in grace, remain faithful to His Word, and shine as lights in a world that desperately needs Jesus.
Because ultimately, my greatest desire is not that they become “successful” by the world’s standards, but that they remain faithful servants of the Lord. And oh, the joy that floods my heart when I see them doing just that!
To my fellow mothers, I encourage you: the little things matter. The bedtime prayers, the family devotions, the gentle corrections, the countless church services with restless little ones—they all add up. And one day, when you see your children grown and serving the Lord from their own hearts, you will experience a joy beyond words. Truly, “the just man walketh in his integrity: his children are blessed after him” (Proverbs 20:7).
In His Service,
April
September 7, 2025
Recently, I came across a devotion that included the image of a potter shaping clay on a spinning wheel. Instantly, it brought to mind those seasons in my own life when everything felt like it was spinning out of control. Doors were closing, prayers seemed to go unanswered, and nothing unfolded the way I had hoped. In those moments, I often questioned whether God had forgotten me. But looking back now, I see that those were the very seasons I was resting on the Potter’s wheel—secure in His hands while He was carefully shaping and working within me and throughout my life.
Feeling the Pressure
Like clay under the hand of a potter, I felt pressed, stretched, and reshaped. It wasn’t comfortable. In fact, it was downright painful at times. I didn’t always understand why certain friendships ended, why certain dreams crumbled, or why God was asking me to let go of things I held dear. But in those moments of pressure, He was shaping me—smoothing out rough places, removing what didn’t belong, and forming me into something new.
Learning to Yield
The hardest part of being clay is learning not to resist the Potter’s hands. I’ll be honest—I fought Him sometimes. I wanted control. (Surprise!) I wanted answers. But clay doesn’t get to decide its shape; it simply has to yield. Slowly, I learned to pray, “Lord, not my will but Yours be done.” That surrender didn’t make the process easy, but it gave me peace knowing I was being held by steady, loving hands.
The Fire of Refining
And then came the fire. Just like pottery has to go through the kiln, I faced seasons of testing that felt like they might break me. But I’ve learned that fire doesn’t destroy what God has made—it strengthens it. The trials I walked through didn’t ruin me; they refined me. They gave me a deeper faith, a stronger trust, and a clearer sense of purpose.
A Vessel for His Glory
Now, as I reflect on those seasons of spinning, pressing, and fire, I see them through a new lens. They were never meant to break me down—they were shaping me, refining me, and drawing me closer to His image. God wasn’t casting judgment; He was preparing me. With every turn of the wheel and every gentle press of His hand, He was forming me into a vessel for His glory. Just as a potter leaves an imprint on the clay, He was leaving His unmistakable mark upon my life.
Maybe you feel like you’re on the Potter’s wheel right now—pressed, reshaped, or even placed in the fire. It’s not easy, but take heart: the Potter knows exactly what He’s doing. He sees the masterpiece in you even before you can see it yourself.
Rather than asking God “why,” begin asking Him “what.” “Lord, what are You shaping within me? What are You preparing me for?” Then rest in the truth that His hands are both strong enough to hold you and gentle enough to mold you. These are the very questions I continue to ask, because the truth is—we are never taken off the wheel. We remain a masterpiece in progress, continually being formed by the Master’s hand.
In His Service,
April
August 31, 2025
I recently enjoyed a wonderful time with friends—sharing fellowship, savoring delicious food, and laughing together until our hearts were full. In the midst of that laughter, I was reminded that while life often brings challenges and heavy moments, God never intended for us to live weighed down. Instead, He calls His children to a life of joy—a joy that brings peace and overflows with laughter. Laughter is truly a gift from the Lord, a sweet reminder that our souls were not created merely to endure, but to delight in Him. And if you know me well, you know I love to laugh and to make others laugh—even when the joke is on me!
The Bible says, “A merry heart doeth good like a medicine” (Proverbs 17:22). Laughter isn’t just an emotional reaction—it is a God-designed remedy for the soul. When we laugh in the Lord, we are reminded that His goodness outweighs our struggles, and His presence brings life-giving joy. Even in trials, the joy of the Lord remains steady. “Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice” (Philippians 4:4). Joy in Christ is not fragile or fleeting—it is rooted in His love, His promises, and His victory.
Freedom in Christ – We no longer carry the weight of guilt and sin, and that freedom is worth celebrating with joy and laughter.
Confidence in His Care – Knowing that God holds our lives in His hands allows us to release worry and laugh with peace-filled trust.
Hope in His Promises – The hope of eternity fills our hearts with joy that cannot be dimmed by present circumstances.
Living with a Joyful, Laughing Heart
Celebrate Small Blessings – See God’s hand in everyday moments and allow yourself to smile and laugh in gratitude.
Surround Yourself with Godly Joy – Fellowship with others who love the Lord often leads to uplifting laughter and encouragement.
Praise Out Loud – Worship doesn’t always have to be solemn—sing joyfully, dance, and let your heart rejoice openly before the Lord.
Choose Joy Daily – Each morning, decide to embrace the joy God offers rather than focusing on life’s troubles.
When Sarah in the Bible gave birth to Isaac, she laughed with joy and declared, “God hath made me to laugh, so that all that hear will laugh with me” (Genesis 21:6). This laughter wasn’t shallow—it was the deep, overflowing joy of experiencing God’s faithfulness.
As believers, we too can experience this laughter in the Lord. It’s the sound of freedom, of trust, of knowing that no matter what comes our way, our God is greater.
So today, let your heart be light. Laugh freely, rejoice deeply, and find your happiness in the Lord who fills your life with everlasting joy.
April
August 24, 2025
One of the greatest callings we have as followers of Christ is to serve others. Jesus Himself modeled this throughout His ministry, reminding us that true greatness in the Kingdom of God is not measured by how much we are served, but by how faithfully we serve. As I reflect back over my studies this week, I am reminded of a few key ideas.
Service as an Expression of Love
When we serve others, we are putting God’s love into action. It is one thing to speak words of encouragement, but it is another to meet a need, offer a helping hand, or simply show up for someone in their time of struggle. Galatians 5:13 reminds us, “by love serve one another.” Service becomes a visible testimony of the invisible love of Christ flowing through us.
Reflecting the Heart of Christ
Jesus washed the feet of His disciples, an act that shocked them because it was reserved for the lowest servant. Yet, in doing so, He taught us that no task is too small, and no person is too unworthy of our care. Every time we choose humility over pride, compassion over convenience, we reflect the very heart of Christ.
What makes serving others so powerful is that it doesn’t end with the one who serves or the one being served. Service multiplies. A simple act of kindness can ripple outward, inspiring others to give, love, and serve. In this way, our service becomes more than a good deed—it becomes a spark that can ignite change in families, communities, and even generations.
Ironically, in pouring ourselves out for others, we often find ourselves refreshed. Proverbs 11:25 declares, “The liberal soul shall be made fat: and he that watereth shall be watered also himself.” Serving others not only blesses them, it strengthens our faith, deepens our joy, and reminds us of the eternal purpose behind even the smallest of acts.
Serving others doesn’t always mean grand gestures. It can be as simple as listening when someone needs to talk, cooking a meal for a family in need, mentoring a young person, or volunteering in your church or community. When done in the name of the Lord, even the smallest act carries eternal weight.
The power of serving others in the Lord lies in its ability to transform both giver and receiver, drawing each closer to Christ. It is more than duty—it is worship, a reflection of the Savior who came, “even as the Son of man came not to be ministered unto, but to minister, and to give his life a ransom for many” (Matthew 20:28).
When we serve with His heart, we participate in His mission, spreading His love and light in a world that so desperately needs it. We must keep our eyes open, ear to the ground, and our hearts willing for opportunities to serve.
April
August 16, 2025
Being a pastor’s wife is one of the most rewarding, challenging, and, at times, humbling roles I’ve ever taken on. There are moments of great joy, deep fulfillment, and beautiful connection with the church family, but there are also moments of vulnerability, exhaustion, and—yes—imperfection. The truth is, I am not the perfect pastor’s wife. And you know what? I’m learning to be okay with that.
I know that many people look at the life of a pastor’s wife and assume I’ve got it all together. Maybe it’s because of the way I smile on Sunday mornings or how I greet newcomers at church events. But behind those moments, there’s a real person—someone who struggles, makes mistakes, and faces the same challenges as anyone else. My imperfections are part of the journey, and it’s a journey that has taught me more about grace, faith, and authenticity than I ever could have imagined.
There’s a certain expectation placed on the role of a pastor’s wife—whether real or imagined. People expect me to always have a “spiritual answer,” to look put-together, to be available at all times for the needs of the church, and to exemplify the perfect balance of humility and leadership. The truth is, though, that I’m human. I don’t always have the answers. Sometimes I’m tired, frustrated, or uncertain. I’ve had days when I’ve felt completely inadequate for the role, or when I’ve let the pressures of ministry overwhelm me.
I remember one particular Sunday morning, running late (again!) and struggling to keep remain calm while trying to make it to church on time. I walked into the sanctuary, trying to put on a smile, but all I wanted to do was curl up on the pew and have a moment to breathe. It was in that moment, though, that God reminded me: I don't need to be perfect to be loved by Him. My worth isn’t defined by my ability to meet others' expectations, but by His grace.
I used to be so hard on myself for not being the “perfect” pastor’s wife. I compared myself to others—especially other women in ministry who seemed to have it all figured out. They hosted beautiful events, never seemed stressed, and always had the right words to say in every situation. But I’ve come to realize something vital: perfection is an illusion.
We all have our struggles, our failures, our doubts. And that's okay. Being a pastor’s wife doesn’t mean I have to live up to some ideal standard of “perfection.” Instead, it’s about showing up authentically—imperfect as I am—and allowing God to work through my weaknesses. In fact, it’s through my imperfections that God’s strength is most clearly displayed. When I’m willing to be vulnerable, honest, and real about my shortcomings, I create space for God to do His work in and through me.
One of the hardest parts of being a pastor’s wife is balancing the many roles I play. I'm a wife, a mother, a friend, a volunteer, and often, a counselor and confidant to those in our church. Sometimes I feel like I’m failing in one area because I’m giving too much of myself to another.
There have been times when I’ve dropped the ball—forgotten to follow up with someone or said “yes” to too many things. I’ve snapped at my husband out of frustration or allowed myself to become overwhelmed. These moments are humbling, but they’re also reminders of my humanity. I’m not called to be a perfect wife or a perfect woman, but rather a faithful one. A faithful pastor’s wife isn’t someone who gets everything right; it’s someone who, in the midst of their imperfection, continues to trust God’s grace and lean into His strength.
Here’s the thing: Being imperfect doesn’t disqualify me from the calling of being a pastor’s wife. In fact, it’s a part of the calling. I don’t have to be perfect to serve God. I don’t have to have it all together to be used by Him. What I’ve learned over these 25+ years in ministry is that God doesn’t expect perfection—He desires my availability, my willingness to serve, and my openness to His leading.
When I embrace my imperfections, I experience the grace of God in a deeper way. I see that I don’t need to be superwoman. I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not. I am enough, just as I am. And when I mess up, God’s grace is sufficient to carry me through. His strength is made perfect in my weakness. (2 Corinthians 12:9)
As a pastor’s wife, I’ve learned that the most powerful thing I can offer to my church and my family is not a flawless image but a real, authentic heart and those who know me truly understand that is all I really do offer. The most valuable thing I can do is show others that it’s okay to be imperfect—to struggle, to doubt, and to need help. The church doesn’t need more perfect people; it needs more people who are willing to admit their flaws and trust in the redemptive power of God.
To any other pastor’s wife or fellow Christian who might be reading this, know that you are not alone in your imperfection. You don’t have to meet anyone else’s standards. Your worth is not determined by your performance, but by the love and grace of God. Be kind to yourself. Embrace your journey with all its highs and lows. You are enough, and God is using you in ways you may not even see right now.
Ultimately, being a pastor’s wife is not about getting everything right—it’s about learning to trust God’s timing, His plan, and His grace in the midst of our everyday struggles. I will never be perfect, but that’s okay. I can rest in the fact that God doesn’t call the perfect; He calls the willing. And as long as I continue to say "yes" to Him, He will work through my imperfections in ways that only He can.
So, to anyone who feels the weight of perfection on their shoulders—let it go. Embrace the grace that is available to you, and let it remind you that your imperfection is not a weakness but a testimony of God’s amazing love and power. You don’t have to be perfect to be exactly who God has called you to be.
If you’ve ever struggled with the pressure of perfection, I’d love to hear your thoughts. Let’s encourage one another to walk in grace, no matter how imperfect the journey may feel!
April
August 9, 2025