Today, on my knees with tears in my eyes, Jesus gently reminded me I was placed here on purpose.
For so long I would say, “I was born in the wrong era.” I said it because of the way I love, without cruelty, without hidden motive, without malice. Loving has never been something I try to do. It’s who I am. It’s how I’m wired.
And yet I kept finding myself placed in situations in the hands of people who didn’t recognize my value. People who tested my softness. People who tried, consciously or not, to harden what God made tender. I would look up and ask, “What’s the point, God? Why give me a heart this different if it just keeps getting bruised?”
Today, in the quiet of tears and surrender, He answered.
Not with condemnation. Not with silence.
But with clarity.
“In a world like this,” I felt Him say, “you don’t stop doing My work.”
It wasn’t a rebuke. It was a calling.
I wasn’t born in the wrong era. I was born into a time that desperately needs hearts that refuse to turn cold. I was placed here not to blend in with cynicism, but to stand firm in love. Not to be hardened by the world, but to soften it.
And maybe that’s the assignment to remain gentle in a generation that glorifies detachment. To keep loving when it would be easier to withdraw. To keep choosing Him when darkness feels loud.
I wasn’t misplaced.
I was commissioned.
Something I often tell my daughter is, “Choose your hard, buggy.”
Because life is hard either way.
Choosing Jesus in today’s world isn’t easy. It’s uncomfortable. It’s countercultural. Sometimes it feels isolating. Dying to pride, walking away from addiction, surrendering lust, crucifying ego. That aint light work, baby!! It can feel almost impossible at times.
But so is the alternative.
So which hard are you going to choose?
The hard that slowly breaks you or the hard that refines you?
The hard of discipline or the hard of regret?
The hard of surrender or the hard of consequences?
We say we were born in the wrong era because we see the chaos. The confusion. The moral decay. But what if we flipped the lens? What if instead of believing we were misplaced, we believed we were positioned?
God knew exactly what He was doing when He formed us in our mothers’ wombs. He knew the generation. He knew the temptations. He knew the battles we would face at every turn. And He still chose to send us now.
That means something.
Maybe we weren’t born into the wrong time. Maybe we were born for resistance. Born to stand out. Born to be light in a generation that desperately needs it.
Isn’t it about time we stop surviving the culture and start shifting it?
Choose your hard.
And choose the one that makes Heaven proud.
It’s time we start playing chess instead of checkers.
Stop reacting. Start thinking generationally. Start moving with intention.
Men — rise into the men God called you to be.
Women — remember the women God created you to be.
This isn’t about ego. It’s about alignment.
If my son Mason were here today, I know I would be so proud of the young man he was becoming. Nine years. Nine years since I lost my sweet boy. Some days it feels like a lifetime. Other days it feels like yesterday.
But I know he is doing a mighty work with Jesus right now. I believe that with everything in me.
He is my strength from Heaven.
My daughter is my purpose on Earth.
One pushes me from above. The other pulls me forward each day. And I feel beyond blessed that I was chosen to be a mother. There is no greater calling I’ve been given. Motherhood is not small. It is not ordinary. It is legacy work.
I can’t wait for the day I get to raise a son to be a good, godly man. A man of integrity. A man who protects, who leads, who loves like Christ.
I used to say I was born in the wrong generation. That my heart didn’t belong here.
Now I’m starting to believe God got it exactly right.
Maybe I wasn’t misplaced. Maybe I was assigned.
I am fierce. I am bold. And I will not bend to Satan. I will not let culture dictate my standards or harden what God made soft.
If there is generational brokenness, it ends with me.
We don’t change the world by blending into it. We change it by standing firm in who God created us to be.
So stop playing checkers.
Start thinking legacy.
Don’t forget your roots — the very reason you’re here.
God wants to do something immeasurably bigger in each of us than we can see right now. Not surface-level success. Not temporary applause. Eternal impact.
At the end of the day, my goal is simple: make my kids proud. Make Jesus proud. That’s it. That’s the mission.
To be a good, godly woman.
To love one man faithfully for a lifetime.
To fill a home with laughter and babies and prayer.
To build a house where the foundation isn’t culture, isn’t ego, isn’t money — but my Heavenly Father.
Not perfection. Just obedience.
Not performance. Just alignment.
“I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” — Jeremiah 29:11
He didn’t place us here accidentally. He didn’t miscalculate the era. He didn’t overlook the battles we’d face.
So remember where you come from. Remember whose you are. And build a life that reflects it.
We have one life — one brief, sacred opportunity to reflect our gratitude for a Savior who gave everything for us.
One life to love well.
One life to forgive quickly.
One life to live in a way that honors his sacrifice on the cross
This world makes everything feel urgent and permanent, but it isn’t. It’s a blink. We arrive, we breathe, we struggle, we grow — and then we’re gone. What remains isn’t the applause, the followers, the arguments won, or the image curated.
What remains is how we loved.
How we served.
How we reflected Him.
Don’t forget what matters. Don’t get so distracted by noise that you lose sight of eternity.
Make your time here count.
Make it mean something.
Live in a way that when you stand before Him, you know you gave this blink everything you had.
Been feeling like a total hippy lately, Jesus lol
Thank you for the love that has been pouring out of me lately. I feel a peace I cannot describe. Just a surrendering I've needed. Finally giving up, "I guess this is how it's supposed to be," to fully trusting the timing you have given for my life. Thank you for this blog, truly a space where I can just be. Even if it's just me and you in this little bubble and no one even reads this, thank you. Lord, if I do have a reader today, seeing this now, thank you for them. Please bless them wherever they are in their journey with you. Draw them nearer to you every day as you do for me. This world has been so scary lately, but I trust you completely. I know your ways are so much bigger than we can see. Please never let us forget that your plans are always to prosper us and never harm us. Remove anything that is not of you out of our lives. Remove all temptation, pain, anger, shame, and or guilt that keeps me and this reader from you. Lift them up, Heavenly Father. Remove their weakness, and if they must sit in it for while, show them how you can make it their strength. Thank you for agape love, that knows no bounds. The peace you provide and forgiveness you give so freely. Continue to sharpen our discernment so we can recognize Satans plans before he strikes. Thank you for all you continue to provide to us, let us remember gratitude before we think to ever ask for another thing.
I say this humbly, and with a heart full of gratitude always and forever your baby girl,
Amen
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