These words.

These words. I speak them over my kiddos, I pray them every night as I tuck them into bed. Its my heart and I’ve sobbed through these words before after a day of falling short. My hands have trembled some nights as I’ve let go of control that it can’t all grip in my own hands. It’s me knowing Im not perfect and fall short while also giving myself the permission to rest in the truth that it can’t all be on my shoulders. “ Please God fill those spaces that I missed today.” It’s bigger than me. ⁣
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This right here is a 16 year dream you all are watching come to life. My words meeting my art 😭✨. From the little girl who sold hotel soaps and acorns in her front yard, the teenager who drove every day to have her own designed cards cut one by one to the 36 year old mama stepping into a season, it’s my time and im here for it. ⁣⁣
You guys know im about seasons and my sideline season is over, I’m ready to run. ⁣⁣
Tell me, do you ever hear someones story and it stirs in you the question…. what’s out there for me?!