One day, my children will look back and see the truth: their mum was not unbreakable, but she refused to remain broken. No matter how many times life tried to shatter me, I chose to rise, to cling to the hand of Jesus, and to keep walking forward. Not because I was strong in myself, but because His strength held me together when mine gave way.

I want them to remember that I never backed down, never gave up, never gave in—because love anchored me. For them, for our family, and most of all for the One who promised:

It’s not ambition that drove me, but love. It’s not perfection they will inherit, but a legacy of courage, faith, and resilience. And in those moments when I felt like ashes, God was already shaping a crown of beauty for the generations to come.

💡 Reflection:

What legacy of faith, courage, or love do I hope my children (or spiritual children) will one day remember about me?

🙏 Prayer:

9Father, thank You for holding me when I could not hold myself. Help me leave behind not only memories but a living testimony of Your faithfulness. May my children carry the assurance that when life pressed hard, You were our refuge, our strength, and our song. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.