There are days when your spirit feels lighter, and days when it quietly sinks beneath the weight of change. As the seasons shift, so do our moods, energy, and hope — sometimes without warning. This prayer is for the weary hearts navigating that in-between space; for the moms, the dreamers, and the gentle souls learning to rest, to trust, and to believe that light always returns. 🌙

“There’s a kind of faith that only grows in the unknown. This reflection is for the waiting seasons-the ones where control slips away, and trust is all we have left. “