Imperfectly His

You know that moment when you’re holding a warm cup of coffee (or maybe it’s just lukewarm by now), trying to soak in a few quiet moments before the chaos of the day hits? And then, in between sips and crumbs falling from your breakfast, you feel it—the soft whisper of God reminding you that His grace is bigger than your mess?

Yeah, that’s my every day. It’s funny how motherhood can be both the most beautifully sacred and profoundly imperfect journey all at once. But that’s where Jesus meets me—right in the middle of the chaos, in the unwashed dishes, in the imperfect prayers whispered between baby naps.

I’m learning, day by day, that being Imperfectly His isn’t about getting it all together or having a polished faith. It’s about being real with God—coffee in hand, crumbs everywhere, and still trusting that He’s working in all of it.

So, here’s to the messy moments, the moments where faith feels more like a survival tactic than a serene devotion. But still, with every cup of coffee and every crumb, I’m learning to lean into His love, knowing that He’s got me, even when the burp cloths and diapers threaten to overwhelm.

 ... And in this early stage of motherhood, it’s not just the burp cloths and diapers that are overwhelming. It’s the constant balancing act of emotions, expectations, and the weight of this little life in my hands. The truth is, some days feel like a whirlwind—filled with sleepless nights, bottle feedings, and moments of sheer exhaustion.

But it’s also in those moments that I hear God’s voice the loudest. I’ve always known that faith is a journey, but becoming a mother has shown me just how much it’s a path of surrender. I’m learning to trust not only in God’s provision but in His timing—because, honestly, sometimes the days feel like they stretch on forever, and I wonder if I’m doing enough. But in those quiet moments, He reminds me that I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.

I’m Imperfectly His—messy, tired, and still figuring it out. But I’m learning to lean into His grace more each day, even when I don’t have all the answers. Even when the house is a mess, my hair is in a bun that could use some help, and my to-do list seems to grow faster than I can cross things off. It’s in those moments of “I’m not enough” that I hear Him say, “You’re more than enough because you’re mine.”

I’ve realized that motherhood isn’t about perfection—it’s about showing up, showing love, and allowing God to work through all the imperfect moments. And that’s where I’m finding my peace: in knowing that even when I fall short, His grace covers it all.

 ... So here I am, a mama navigating the messy, sacred, and sometimes overwhelming moments of motherhood. There’s no perfect way to do this, no blueprint that guarantees it all falls into place. But what I’ve come to realize is that God isn’t asking for perfection; He’s asking for my heart, my trust, and my willingness to show up—even when I feel completely unqualified.

Each day is a step closer to understanding that being Imperfectly His isn’t about having it all together; it’s about surrendering the little moments and allowing God to shape me through it all. With every bottle I prepare, every nap I encourage, and every laugh I share, I’m reminded that I’m not alone in this journey. God’s grace covers all the chaos, and in that, there’s beauty.

So, I’ll keep showing up—coffee in hand, crumbs at my feet, and Christ in my heart. Because, in the end, it’s the journey that matters most. And I’m learning, one imperfect step at a time, to trust that He’s got me.