“When I call to remembrance the genuine faith that is in you, which dwelt first in your grandmother Lois and your mother Eunice, and I am persuaded is in you also.” 2 Timothy 1:5

With Mother’s Day approaching, I’ve found myself thinking about the women who came before me—the mothers and grandmothers whose lives, in big and small ways, helped shape mine.

There’s something sacred about looking back and seeing the thread of motherhood woven through generations.

Not perfect motherhood.
Not easy motherhood.
But faithful, enduring, God-shaped love.

When I think about where that thread began for me, my mind goes to my grandmother.

I can still picture her—moving through the house, always doing something for someone else. She worked long days on her feet, yet somehow there was always dinner on the table, always a sense of warmth in the home, always space for us. And never—not once—did she make us feel like we were too much.

If anything, she made us feel like we were everything.

She had this way of loving deeply and completely. You could hear it in the way she whistled while she worked, see it in the meals she prepared after long days, feel it in the steadiness of her presence. She was faithful to her husband, devoted to her family, and strong in ways that didn’t need to be announced.

And now she’s with the Lord.

But her love? It didn’t leave. It echoes—in the way I love, in the way our family loves.

And isn’t that the beauty of a Godly legacy? It outlives the one who started it.

“One generation shall praise Your works to another and shall declare Your mighty acts.” — Psalm 145:4

Have you ever stopped to consider what parts of your life will echo into the next generation?

Then there’s my mom.

Her story looks different—but it is no less powerful.

Her love wasn’t always wrapped in ease or stability. It was forged in hard places, in difficult decisions, in moments that required more strength than most people ever see. And while others may have only seen the surface, I experienced something deeper; I never doubted her love. Not once.

And now, when I look at her, I see a woman who walks closely with God… who speaks truth with wisdom… who offers strength when I need it most. The kind of strength that only comes from being refined, not from having everything go right.

Some of the hardest seasons can produce the strongest faith.

And sometimes the most sacrificial love doesn’t look like perfection—it looks like perseverance.

Have you ever considered that God may be using your hardest seasons to shape a deeper legacy than ease ever could?

Then I think about my own journey as a mother.

I can honestly say—it has been the greatest joy of my life.

Was I perfect? Not even close. Were there moments I wish I could redo? Absolutely.

But God, in His kindness, gave me children who showed me grace when I didn’t get it right. Children who allowed me to grow alongside them. Children who made motherhood not just a responsibility—but a gift.

And isn’t that the quiet truth so many of us carry?

We don’t parent from perfection. We parent from love… and we trust God to fill in the gaps, clinging to His promise in 2 Corinthians 12:9- “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.”

Faithfulness—not perfection—is what God is really asking of us as mothers!

And now… I get to watch my daughter.

Without even realizing it—you look up one day and see the next generation walking it out. And that might be one of the most humbling parts of all.

To see her step into motherhood with strength and confidence… to watch her pour herself into her family… to see the way she not only loves her own children but extends that love to the young men and women athletes she and her husband pour into—it takes my breath away.

She’s not just raising children. She’s shaping lives.

And I find myself thinking—this is how it continues.

This is how legacy moves forward.
One generation loving the next.
One woman saying “yes” to the calling God placed on her life.

And to every woman reading this who is a mother…

What a privilege you’ve been given.

Not an easy one–Not a light one–But a holy one.

You have been entrusted with lives.
With hearts.
With souls that are watching not just what you say—but how you live.

You are planting seeds every single day.

Seeds of faith.
Seeds of love.
Seeds of truth.

And you may not get to see the full harvest.

My grandmother didn’t get to see all of this. But her great-great granddaughter is living proof that her faithfulness mattered.

Your faithfulness matters too.

What kind of legacy are you planting—right now, in everyday, ordinary moments?

Because it’s not built in the big, highlight moments.

It’s built in the dinners after long days.
In the prayers whispered over sleeping children.
In the patience you offer when you’re running low.
In the consistency of showing up… again and again.

And the best part…you’re not doing any of it alone—God is with you in every moment, giving strength when you’re tired, wisdom when you’re unsure, and grace for all the places you feel like you fall short.

Takeaway Thought: A Godly mother’s legacy isn’t built on perfection—it’s built on faithful, everyday love that echoes for generations.

Your Heart Sister,
Mikki 💜

Lord, thank You for the gift of motherhood. Strengthen us in the everyday moments, give us wisdom in the hard ones, and remind us that our faithfulness matters more than our perfection. Help us to love deeply, lead gently, and trust You with the legacy we are building. In Jesus Name we pray, Amen.