Made for More

As I sit here with my two little ones—like I do every day now—I feel deeply grateful. I look around at this life I’ve been given, and I know it’s a blessing. I love my husband and my kids so much it physically aches sometimes.

But if I’m honest… I often wonder if there’s something more.

God placed so many passions in my heart. He wired me with creativity, vision, and a desire to build something. So why does my life feel so small some days? Why does cleaning the same house and cooking the same eight meals feel like it’s not enough?

I know some people dream of this life. And please hear me—I am not ungrateful. I am blessed to be home with these beautiful children God has given me. It’s a privilege and a sacred calling. But that doesn’t mean I’ve stopped dreaming.

I wanted to write this for the one out there who might be feeling the same way.

Because maybe you’ve been pushing your dreams aside too.

I’m a dreamer. Always have been. The kind with big, bold, scary dreams that almost seem impossible. And over time, I started to believe they were impossible. I tucked them away. I followed paths that felt safer, easier—more accepted.

But somewhere along the way, I lost parts of myself. I battled depression. I carried anxiety. I felt worthless at times.

And yet… those dreams never left me.

Maybe, just maybe, they were never meant to.

Maybe God did place them in my heart for a reason.

Maybe those dreams were never about me—but about what He wants to do through me.

Scripture tells us in Ephesians 2:10:

“For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”

That means God handcrafted you—and me—for good works He already planned. That stirring in your spirit? That dream that won’t leave you alone? It could be one of those “good works.” And it matters.

So today, at 26, I’m deciding to wake up from the fog I’ve been living in. I’m done waiting for something miraculous to just happen. I’m choosing to move.

I don’t have it all figured out. I have no detailed plan. But I do have hope.

And I’m going to try.

I’m going to strive.

I’m going to stop disqualifying myself.

And most of all—I’m going to give it all to God.

Because I want to be a part of something bigger than myself. I want my life to point people to Jesus. I want to leave behind a legacy that goes beyond my front porch.

Yes, I’m thankful to serve in my church and in my hometown. But Jesus didn’t just call us to comfort. He said,

“Go and make disciples of all nations…” – Matthew 28:19

That means stepping out. It means risking failure. It means surrendering our plans so that His can unfold.

Will my dreams come true one day? I don’t know.

But how will I ever find out if I don’t even try?

So why am I telling you all this?

Because I want you to believe that you were made for more too.

Don’t let the enemy convince you that your dreams are too big or your season is too late. If God put it in your heart, it has purpose.

It may take time. It may take sacrifice. But it’s worth it.

Let this be your reminder:

You are not too much. You are not too late. You are not disqualified.

You are called. You are chosen. You are made for more.

Go after it. Keep going.

We’ve got this—because He’s got us.