The simple truths of the gospel are for our children and us—and they bring us hope on our hardest days.

Cold and flu season can be an opportunity to acknowledge our neediness and turn to the Savior who brings us true healing.

The world’s first mother, Eve, shows us how to boldly grasp gospel hope as we feel the fall’s impact on our own motherhood.

Scripture provides comforting reminders of God’s power and sovereignty when we feel anxious about our well being.

Faithfulness in our work doesn’t hinge on our output as moms; it’s learning to lean on Christ’s strength amidst our limitations.

God gives us stories of his faithfulness to strengthen our faith and sustain us in hard times.

Losses that we relive everyday can be met with God’s mercies that are new every morning.

While battling chronic illness can make it challenging to care for those who depend on us, we can depend on our Father whose strength is made perfect in weakness.

For moms with chronic pain and illness, seeing the impact on our children can deepen the suffering. But we can trust that God works all things for our children’s good, even having a sick mom.

When it feels like you can’t hold it all together, remember it’s God who holds you with loving compassion and steadfast grace.

Our culture celebrates self-sufficiency—the belief that we don’t need anyone to make it in this life. But when we accept help, it allows others to serve God and exemplify Christ who willingly laid down his life for his friends.

In October 2010, my husband and I sat on the floor in our boys’ bedroom as they ran around us in a pre-bedtime frenzy. Surrounded by bunk beds, toys, and trains, we told our young sons I had cancer.

Angiosarcoma has a five-year survival rate of 30%. My boys were six and four, and their little sister was 18 months old. I closed my tear-filled eyes and started begging the Lord to give us those five years. I wasn’t bold enough to ask for more. 

My cancer diagnosis shattered my illusion of having control over mine or my children’s lives. I knew my children would face suffering, but I assumed I would be the one to comfort them, pray for them, and guide them through the hardships. I couldn’t imagine not being there as they grieved.

Mothering through cancer was never easy. I hated missing school programs, awards ceremonies, tee-ball games, birthdays, and holidays. I hated letting others care for my family while I fought for my life in another state. I hated the harshness of our present circumstances and the uncertainty in our future.

But God was always at work.

I learned to rest in his presence with us through the hard times. When I wasn’t able to trust his plans, he poured out his peace. When our needs were extreme, so was his provision through the body of Christ. When I wondered how my children would be impacted, he showed us how he was filling them with his strength.

I revisited the familiar promises of God’s word, seeing them through the new lens of a cancer diagnosis. Did I believe that God loved my children with an everlasting love and would continue his faithfulness to them? Did I have confidence that he would work all things together for good, even if his plans involved suffering and heartache?

Because it all comes down to this: Is God enough?

I still struggle to pray, ‘Thy will be done.’ But I’m thankful that I can plead the righteousness of the One who prayed those words with perfect trust. As he grows my faith, I am able to more wholeheartedly believe he is truly sufficient.