Good morning, sweet friend! Happy Fridayyyyy!

I wrote the following post exactly 3 years ago.

There is hardly a day that goes by that I don’t think about this story.

When I am low in hope, low in seeing fruit of my prayers…I go back to this day.

My prayer is that it will encourage you to keep praying, keep listening for His voice through scripture, keep believing that He hears you.

Maybe someone in your life needs encouraging, pass it along. Let God whisper His love into their circumstance.

The end of a matter is better than its beginning, and patience is better than pride. Ecclesiastes 7:8

There is a woman named Susanna, that I often think about.

I have never met her because she died in 1742.

Oh, but her life has been one of the greatest role models to me in my own life and motherhood.

When I was in fifth grade, I had a math teacher named Mrs. Phillips.

She was strict, and she did not seem to care for me that much.

Probably because I talked a little too much in her class.

Math was my least favorite subject, so I used every distraction possible to get through the boring hour of that class.

However, Mrs. Phillips wrote something on my math test one day that I have never forgotten.

Her words are seared into my heart and my mind.