Summary
SummaryI’m Carolina, and I never imagined motherhood would stretch me like this. From the moment our daughter was born, I knew I wanted to raise her in church—but when our son Oscar arrived, I felt a darkness come over me. I couldn’t shake the sadness, even during worship, and guilt gnawed at me: ‘I’m a Christian…why do I feel so low?’ 😔 I hid it for months, forcing a smile every time Phil called to come home. Then one afternoon, my two-year-old, Sophia, offered me a tissue, and I realized I’d been crying without noticing. That was my wake-up call. I told Phil, reached out to my sisters, and saw a counselor. Gradually, God lifted the fog.
When Oscar started showing big emotions he couldn’t manage, a pediatrician helped us understand his needs. I remember saying, ‘Jesus, please give me patience,’ and in my spirit I heard, ‘Here is your answer—He gave you this son to teach you patience.’ 🙏
There were bleak days when I didn’t want to leave the house, afraid of judgment. But coming to church became my self-care. The community—friends, Sunday school teachers, Aunties and Uncles—held my kids so I could worship in peace. That support reminded me I’m not alone. To every mom out there feeling drained or guilty, know this: it’s okay to ask for help. God built the church as our extended family—no judgment, only love. Lean into Him, and He will carry you through the baby blues. 💕
God has placed us in a church to support and care for one another! #KnowJesus #MakeHimKnown
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Time Chapters
00:59 Motherhood journey begins 03:29 Recognizing baby blues 05:50 Learning patience through faith 08:18 Finding support at church
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