Overcomer

Fifteen days.

After more than two weeks of sickness, exhaustion, coughing, sleepless nights, and just trying to survive the chaos, I’m finally starting to feel healthy again. It feels like I can finally breathe both physically and emotionally.

But if I’m honest, this season has been difficult.

Before Buddy and Sis came into our home, the girls were finally reaching that independent stage of life. They could entertain themselves. They understood routines. Collin and I could sit together and have conversations without constantly worrying about what someone was doing, breaking, needing, or arguing about.

Adding two more children to our family changed everything overnight.

And while I know God’s hand is in this story, I would be lying if I said I haven’t grieved the loss of some of our comfort and freedom. Even writing that makes me feel guilty. It sounds selfish when I say it out loud. Because these children need love, stability, patience, and guidance. They need consistency. They need family.

And God called us to say yes.

But sometimes obedience still feels heavy while you’re carrying it.

That morning while making breakfast, I found myself quietly giving all of those emotions to God. The exhaustion. The frustration. The feeling that there’s no margin left for Collin and me. The constant need to parent, redirect, help, teach, and supervise from the moment we wake up until everyone finally settles at night.

I turned up the radio.

And Overcomer was playing.

Not by accident.

It felt like God gently reminding me:

• This is temporary.

• You are not failing.

• You can overcome these big emotions.

• I am still here.

Sometimes God doesn’t remove the hard thing immediately. Sometimes He simply reminds us that we are not carrying it alone.

This season may be stretching us, but I know God is growing something in all of us through it. Love that costs something. Patience that requires dependence on Him. A home that makes room for more people even when it feels uncomfortable.

And maybe that’s part of what real ministry looks like sometimes.

Not stage lights.

Not big moments.

Just worship music playing in a messy kitchen while breakfast cooks and a tired mom remembers that God still speaks in ordinary moments.

With Mother’s Day coming on Sunday, the timing of all of this feels especially emotional. All week long, the kids have been showering me with little gifts, drawings, hugs, and reminders of how much they love and appreciate me. And honestly, it has caught me off guard because in the middle of the exhaustion and adjustment, I’ve often felt like I’m not doing enough. But God has a way of using small hands and tender hearts to remind a weary mom that love is showing up anyway. Even on the hard days. Even in the moments when I feel stretched thin. Somehow, these kids keep reminding me that maybe being present, loving them, and continuing to say “yes” matters more than perfection ever could.

And that’s when God winked—turning ordinary struggles into extraordinary miracles.