To the Woman God Knew I needed…

Some people carry a lot… more than most will ever see or understand.

They don’t lead with their burdens, and they don’t make room for pity. They simply keep going.

This post is for someone like that.

She carries a lot, yet somehow still finds space to show up for me. She listens. She encourages. She speaks life when I feel tired, uncertain, or stretched thin. Even while holding her own weight, she reminds me to lift my eyes back to God.

In many ways, she has been a mentor to me— steady, wise, and grounding. There’s a quiet, motherly care in how she covers me with prayer, offers counsel, and gently corrects when needed. She doesn’t try to take God’s place in my life—she reflects Him. The love, patience, and discernment she carries make it easy to see God working through her.

What I appreciate most is how she points me to truth.

When I waver, she reminds me to stand on God’s promises.

When I feel weary, she speaks strength.

When my faith feels tested, she encourages me not to let go of what God has said.

She doesn’t rush my process or minimize my struggles. Instead, she gently anchors me back to what matters—faith, obedience, trust, and hope in God’s timing.

That kind of encouragement is sacred.

It takes humility to pour into someone else while carrying your own unseen load. It takes maturity to encourage faith when life itself requires endurance. And it takes a deep walk with God to consistently remind others of His promises, not just your own opinions.

This is my way of saying thank you.

Thank you for being steady.

Thank you for mentoring me with wisdom and love.

Thank you for encouraging my faith.

Thank you for reminding me that God is faithful even when the road feels long.

Your presence is a gift, and your encouragement has mattered more than you know.

I love you friend.