This Little Sparrow

I can still remember the day that I fell in love with motherhood.

It wasn’t the two pink lines announcing my life was about to change.

It wasn’t the adorable baby outfit ready to be filled with new life.

It wasn’t even the first glimpse of my newborn babe.

It was the day my mom rocked me.

On this particular day, I had already been tucked in to bed. I was certainly too old for being rocked to sleep, but for whatever reason, I was crying out, unsettled.

I'm sure my mom was tired, with plenty still waiting to be done that evening.
But she set it all aside.

She pulled me out of bed, gathered me into her arms, and rocked me once more.

It may have been only a moment to her.

But her mothering had a monumental impact on me.

Something about her nurturing care made everything right again.

I felt safe.
I felt loved.
I felt known.

It wasn’t long before I waddled back to bed, but this time carrying something with me—a quiet knowing someday I wanted to do for my child what my mom had just done for me.

Tucked away in the dreaming heart of an eight year old little girl was the beginning of a heart for motherhood.

But Every Good Story Has a Villain

There always seems to be something threatening to steal, kill or destroy what matters most.

In John 10:10, Jesus tells us about a thief who comes to steal, kill, and destroy.

And I would eventually discover that the things with eternal purpose are not exempt.

Womanhood isn't exempt.
Marriage isn't exempt.
Motherhood isn't exempt.

And neither was I.

At sixteen years old, I found myself pregnant and alone.

My entrance into motherhood looked nothing like the childhood dreams I had tucked away years before.

The little girl who had once dreamed of becoming a mother could never have imagined the road that would lead her there.

But thankfully, that wasn't the end of my story.

But God

I love those two words.

Because John 10:10 doesn't end with the thief.

Jesus continues:

“I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.”

At sixteen, I had no idea how much God could redeem.

I had no idea how much He could restore.

And I certainly couldn't have imagined the story He would write through the years ahead.

There would be marriage and motherhood. Babies and teenagers. Joy and heartache. Lessons learned the hard way. Forgiveness. Healing. Ordinary days. New beginnings.

And over and over again, there would be the faithfulness of God.

I'm still living that story.

And I'm excited to share some of it with you.

Why This Little Sparrow?

In many ways, I'm writing This Little Sparrow for the younger version of me.

The young woman beginning her journey into womanhood, marriage, motherhood, and home who could have used someone a little farther down the road saying:

Keep going.

This matters.

You don't have to do this perfectly.

God is not finished.

Or perhaps you're a little like me now—a little older, with a few more wrinkles, a few more questions, and a whole new season of motherhood unfolding as your children become tweens, teenagers, and adults.

I wanted to create the kind of little corner I wish I'd had—a place where we could talk about faith, womanhood, marriage, motherhood, and the beautiful, sometimes difficult work of creating a life at home. A place for encouragement, perspective, truth, and the occasional reminder to look up.

Not because I have everything figured out.

I don't.

I'm just this little sparrow, learning to trust the One who sees me, provides for me, and has faithfully carried me through every season.

And perhaps you're somewhere along that road, too.

My hope is that when you spend a little time here, you'll leave re-couraged—with renewed courage to step back into your life, your marriage, your mothering, and your home with a little more peace, a little more joy, and a deeper confidence in the God who is still at work.

Because He is still redeeming.

Still restoring.

Still writing stories.

And He's not finished with ours yet.