There’s a quiet kind of beauty in the faith of a mother.
It doesn’t always look bold or loud.
Sometimes, it looks like weary hands pulling dinner from the oven, like whispered prayers over a sleeping child. Like Scripture scribbled in the margins of a planner that’s already too full.

And yet—this is legacy.
This is holy.

This verse in 2 Timothy reminds me of the kind of mom I want to be.
Not just the kind who passes down a love for travel or good food or music…my love for sports or my sweet potato pie and mac n cheese recipe.
But the kind who passes down a love for Jesus.
The kind of mom who teaches her son not just how to pray before meals, but how to run to God when life doesn’t make sense.
How to worship with his whole heart.
How to sit in God’s presence and listen.

Because that is the kind of legacy I want to leave.

This is the beauty of 2 Timothy 1:5—a single sentence that speaks volumes about the impact of faithful women:

“I remember your genuine faith, for you share the faith that first filled your grandmother Lois and your mother, Eunice. And I know that same faith continues strong in you.”

This is the kind of faith that isn’t flashy or immediate, but the kind that builds, grows, and lasts. It’s such a gentle reminder that it’s not just about what you leave behind—it’s about how you live today. It’s the way our faith shows up in the little moments. The quiet choices we make when no one is watching.
The prayers we whisper when we’re too tired to speak. The way we show up for our children even when we feel unseen, unappreciated, or inadequate. These are the seeds that will grow into something beautiful, something lasting.

The truth is we don’t know everything about Lois and Eunice.
We don’t know how many sleepless nights they had, how often they questioned if they were doing enough, or if their words were sticking.
But we do know this: their faith left a mark.
Not just on their son and grandson, but on the entire early Church.

And mama, so does yours.

Even in the quiet, even in the mundane.
Even when it feels like your prayers are unheard.
Even when the days blur and the tasks feel thankless.
Even when you wonder if you’re doing any of it right.
God sees you.
Your child sees you.
And what you’re planting matters more than you know.

Every time you choose grace.
Every time you speak life when you want to shout.
Every time you pause to pray—even just for 30 seconds—
you are passing down a faith that could change the world.

You may not see the fruit yet.
But you’re sowing seeds of legacy.

And that? That, sis, is holy ground.
And even when it feels like it’s not sticking, know this:
God sees it. God honors it. And He’s using it.

The legacy you’re building doesn’t need applause.
It doesn’t need to be grand.
It just needs to be faithful.
Because, like Lois and Eunice, your faith is alive, and it’s shaping the next generation in ways you may never fully see.

So, mama, I want you to hear this:
The love you’re pouring out?
The prayers you’re praying in the quiet?
They matter.
What you’re doing today is building a legacy that will last for generations.

So keep planting. Keep believing.
Because what you’re passing down is worth more than you can imagine.

Happy Mother’s Day, you beautiful soul you. Your faith is leaving a mark. It is eternal. And I’m SO very proud of you.

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo,