Tuesday, I was fine—preparing to minister at a Worship & Creative Arts event.
By Saturday, I had navigated through a whirlwind of sickness, parenting emergencies, business consultations, and ministry.
Some would call it spiritual warfare.
This week, it was life as a mom-preneur in ministry.
The Reality of Juggling It All
One moment, I was organizing my thoughts for ministry.
The next, I was battling nasal congestion from a flu relapse.
Then, in the middle of the night, my 7-year-old’s piercing screams jolted me awake—she had fallen off the bed.
By morning, I was nursing her bruises with Kiddy-Panadol while trying to keep my own head clear enough for a client discovery session.
Friday evening, we sat in a doctor’s office. He referred us to get an x-ray done.
By Saturday morning, we were at the radiologist.
Fractured clavicle.
And yet, at 9:40 AM, I stood before worship leaders and creatives, pouring out in ministry.
God moved.
Hearts were touched.
Then, before I could exhale, Jason & I were rushing back to the doctor’s office, to relieve my sister. She was patiently waiting with my kids for 2 hours for Sweet Pea to get her review.
The Unrelenting ‘What Ifs’
What if I had let her sleep between Jason and I that night?
What if I had tucked her in just one more time?
Why did this happen?
As moms, we replay every decision, every moment, every step we took and the ones we didn’t.
But as I sat with the doctor, hearing what could have happened—I realized something.
Even in this, God had been taking care of her.
My little dancer will not be able to practice for a few weeks while she heals but this could have been much worse.
Learning to Dance with Grace
Raising intelligent, vocal, creative children is not a walk in the park.
It’s a tango.
Or maybe a salsa.
With quick turns, unexpected dips, and moments where you’re just trying to stay on your feet.
Throw in ministry.
A budding business.
A calling that demands your ‘yes’ on days you feel completely empty.
And yet—this is the least stressful season of my life.
Not because things have gotten easier.
But because I have learned to rest in God’s will for me.
When I surrendered the illusion of control, I found peace.
I no longer need to choreograph my steps.
On God’s great dance floor, as long as He is leading, I can trust that He will catch me.
To the Overwhelmed Mom in Ministry
You are not alone.
You are not failing.
You are not carrying this weight alone.
Find rest in God.
Let Him lead.
And when the turns come too quickly, when the dips feel too deep, when your arms are full and your strength feels small—remember…
His hands are already beneath you.
Waiting to catch you.
Bloom in solitude 🌸