Mother's Day Reminder: "The Journey Isn't Meant to Be Walked Alone"

"To every woman who's ever shared her umbrella in the storm, laughed at a wrong turn, or whispered 'I'll go first' when the path felt dark - this is for you. Mother's Day isn't about biology; it's about the mothers-of-the-heart who remind us: "fear shrinks when we step forward together."

I'll never forget sitting in prayer circles where women's words flowed like rivers-so sure, so bold - while mine stumbled like a shy creek. For years, I worried my 'prayer language' wasn't eloquent enough, holy enough. But then I realized: faith isn't a performance. It's a practice. It took years to realize those women weren't teaching me how to pray - they were showing how to hold space for my own voice." By simply showing up - to those gatherings, to the ache of 'I don't know what to say, God but here I am' - I learned that mentorship isn't about mirroring someone else's fire. It's letting their light guide you to your own.

Life's adventure has no map. What if we stopped searching for one and started embracing the guides already walking beside us? The friend who texts "TRY IT" when you hesitate. The stranger at Community Gardens who shows you where your favourite flowers grow. The teen who teaches you Zoom, patiently guiding your thumbs across a screen you swore 'just hates me' - proof that curiosity outshines age."

This isn't pushing anyone to "do more." It's an invitation to look around and whisper: "Where do I fit here?" Maybe it's mentoring, maybe it's learning, maybe it's just showing up with cookies and listening. The magic is in the choosing - not because we "should," but because shared journeys turn "What if I fail?" into "What if we fly?"

To the women who prayed over me when my words ran dry, who modelled faithfulness without fanfare: thank you. You didn't just teach me how to speak to God; you taught me how to listen.

This Mother's Day let's honour those who've widened our roads; firstly - to my mother in heaven, Sefau Moe Kaisa, your courage, wisdom and prayers continue to shine through. And to every woman who's ever helped me to find my voice: "Sometimes, the heart speaks in whispers." Thank you to the ones who helped me listen - and turn those whispers into words."

In closing, To the women who've been my umbrella, my compass, "my 'TRY IT' chorus" (quote) - thank you. Your light lives on in every whisper I've learned to call my own.

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