22/04/2026
Watching our girls gently hold a butterfly on Palm Sunday stopped me for a moment.
Because that’s what this day really is about…
Not just palms.
Not just a celebration.
But the quiet beginning of transformation.
A butterfly doesn’t become something new overnight.
It’s formed in the unseen.
In the stillness.
In the waiting.
And isn’t that what faith looks like too?
Today reminded me that, I’m not just raising girls…
I’m guiding hearts
Teaching them to trust the process.
To stay soft in a hard world.
To believe that God is always working—even when they can’t see it yet.
From palms… to resurrection.
From caterpillar… to butterfly.
From who we are… to who we’re becoming.
And maybe the most beautiful part?
Getting to witness it unfold right in front of me.
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