Dear Little Girl,
Before you rush into the noise of cooking, cleaning, hosting, or showing up in rooms that hold both comfort and tension…
Pause.
Breathe.
Put your hand on your heart for a moment.
Feel it?
That steady rhythm?
That’s grace — alive, beating, holding you.
Thanksgiving isn’t just a holiday.
It’s a moment to remember the God who holds you together in ways you don’t even see.
And this year, sweet girl, gratitude might look a little different for you.
You’ve walked through valleys.
You’ve weathered storms.
You’ve held your breath during seasons you didn’t think you could survive.
You’ve navigated moods, triggers, diagnoses, disappointments, boundaries, and the ache of old hurt surfacing right when you want peace.
Yet somehow — here you are.
Still standing.
Still learning.
Still loving.
Still growing.
Still seeking God in the quiet corners of your morning.
That alone is worth a thousand thank-yous.
But let’s go deeper…
Because gratitude isn’t pretending everything feels easy.
Gratitude is naming the goodness of God in spite of the hard.
Gratitude is what steadies your heart when life sways.
And maybe this Thanksgiving…
You’re grateful that forgiveness didn’t break you — it rebuilt you.
You’re grateful that boundaries don’t mean bitterness — they mean wisdom.
You’re grateful that the people who once triggered you no longer have the same power.
You’re grateful for the healing God has been doing in your marriage — quietly, slowly, gently.
You’re grateful for your boys — their laughter, their humor, their faith, their strength, their growth.
You’re grateful for community — the ones who stayed, the ones who left, and the ones who taught you who you want to be.
You’re grateful for the way God meets you every single morning in your cozy spot with coffee and an open heart.
You’re grateful for the stumbles that taught you how to walk in grace again and again.
You’re grateful that even on the days you feel undone… God is not shaken.
And maybe you’re especially grateful for this:
The woman you’re becoming.
A woman who knows peace doesn’t mean perfection.
A woman who knows rest is not laziness.
A woman who knows God uses ordinary days and quiet moments to shape extraordinary faith.
A woman who knows she doesn’t have to match anyone else’s pace or expectations — because her calling comes from Heaven, not from people.
So today, Dear Little Girl…
Give thanks for where you are.
Give thanks for how far you’ve come.
Give thanks for the God who never leaves you where He found you.
And give thanks for the revelation that has changed everything:
Gratitude isn’t something you feel.
It’s something you choose — and it steadies your heart every time.
Happy Thanksgiving, sweet girl.
You are held.
You are guided.
You are growing.
You are so very loved.
With a grateful heart,
Worthy 🤍🍁
