Trusting God’s Timing & Finding Joy in Motherhood.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that God’s timing is always perfect even when it doesn’t look or feel that way in the moment. My life has transformed in ways I never could have scripted, and one of the biggest blessings has been stepping into the role of a boy Mom.

Before I share my story, I want to pause and honor all the NICU moms. You are some of the strongest women I know. I see you; I honor you, and I want you to give yourself grace. That journey is not easy, but your love and resilience are unmatched. And to the NICU nurses thank you. You don’t just care for fragile little lives; you care for us as parents too. You teach us, you comfort us, and you stand in the gap on the days when we feel like breaking. You are truly angels in scrubs.

My NICU journey began on Christmas Day when I gave birth to my son at just 30 weeks. Because of preeclampsia, I had to undergo an emergency C-section. It was one of the most frantic and terrifying moments of my life everything happened so fast that I barely had time to process. One moment, I was being rushed into surgery, and the next, I was staring at my tiny baby boy surrounded by tubes and machines.

Imagine the joy of bringing a child into the world but leaving the hospital with empty arms. That’s a pain I can never forget. Those weeks felt like a blur. Every morning, I woke up, got in the car, and drove an hour each way just to sit by his side, praying over him, whispering to him, and clinging to hope until the day I could finally bring him home.

Motherhood has stretched me, strengthened me, and softened me all at once. That season tested me in ways I wasn’t prepared for, but it also showed me that even in my weakest moments, God’s strength carried me. It taught me patience, endurance, and most importantly faith.

Writing my book was also part of my healing. It gave me focus, strength, and purpose during postpartum. Putting my words on paper reminded me that my story mattered and that someone else could be healed through my testimony.

So, if you’re in a season of waiting, struggling, or feeling like time is slipping away, let me encourage you: trust Him. God’s timing may not always align with our own, but it is never late. Even when it feels unbearable, even when you walk away from the hospital with empty arms He is still working. And when His plan unfolds, it’s always better than anything we could imagine.

A Prayer for NICU Moms

Lord, I lift up every NICU mom reading this. Surround her with Your peace in moments of fear, and strengthen her when exhaustion and doubt creep in. Remind her that she is not alone that You are holding her and her baby in the palm of Your hand. Bless the nurses, doctors, and every hand that touches her child with wisdom and compassion. And Lord, may every tear be turned into testimony, every waiting season into a story of faith, and every fragile beginning into a life filled with purpose. Amen.

Happy NICU awareness Month.

My son was born at 30 weeks and spent 2 Months in the NICU.