Praises of a Wife and Mommy

There’s something about a sunrise that speaks straight to my soul. Maybe it’s the stillness before the world fully wakes up, or maybe it’s how the colors seem freshly brushed onto the sky by the hand of my Creator.  Every morning, I feel this quiet whisper from God “I’m still here. I’m still painting beauty into your story.” Healing has brought some hard evenings lately… the kind where the pain feels stronger, the emotions run deep, and tears come a little easier. Those nights can feel long and sometimes lonely. But then morning comes, and with it, a reminder that His mercies really are new every morning. Psalm 30:5 says, “Weeping may stay for the night, but joy comes in the morning.” And I’ve felt that deeply.  Not because the pain magically disappears, but because His presence brings light into the darkness.  When I see the sunrise, I feel close to Him, like He’s reminding me that no night lasts forever.   Each morning sky tells me He’s still working, ...