What I was Made For

There’s something so special about a woman’s touch. The way she folds laundry with love, the way she seasons a meal to taste like home, the way her words carry gentleness even when she’s tired. It’s not about being perfect, it’s about being present with intention. About putting love into the little things that string everything together nicely.

I’ve come to believe that being a valuable woman isn’t defined by awards, job titles, or the number of people who know your name. It's defined by how you carry yourself with grace and serve with purpose, even when no one is watching. A godly woman is strong, yes, but her strength doesn’t come from independence. It comes from dependence…on God, on faith, on the trust she places in her marriage and in the roles she's been given.

I will always put my husband first. Not because I’m weak or unambitious, but because I know it’s what I’m supposed to do. I’ll put aside my own wants for his, not with resentment, but with joy! Because that’s what love does. That’s what devotion looks like when it is done daily.

I truly don’t ever want my husband to do laundry for as long as we live. That’s my job. My act of service. I want him to come home to clean clothes, a warm dinner, a peaceful home, not because he demands it, but because I desire it. I don’t carry the burden of bills. I don’t carry the pressure of providing. That’s his role, and I trust him with it. And in return, I carry the responsibilities of our home with pride and intention.

Some people call this toxic or old-fashioned. They say women like me have set us back and have undone what others fought for. But if that’s true, then I’ll gladly go back! That’d be back to a place where women took joy in their homes, found pride in loving their husbands deeply, and didn’t feel the need to prove themselves by the world’s standards.

There’s a narrative today that says we, as women, must prove our worth by doing it all, career, motherhood, independence, without needing anyone. But what if that’s not the full truth? What if the most radical thing a woman can do in today’s world is to be content? To be rooted. To be satisfied with what you’ve been blessed with. To raise her children with her own hands and her own values, not hand them off to be shaped by a culture that doesn’t care about their wellbeing?

Being home doesn’t mean being less. It means being in it. In the details, in the daily sacrifices, in the calling that says: nurture, protect, love, repeat. And while it may not be popular, I believe it’s better this way.

So I’ll let the world chase what's trending. I’ll be chasing what’s forever.

Xoxo