A Letter To The Woman Holding It Together.

To the precious woman reading this… Life is messy. And not the kind of mess you can sweep away before the guests arrive. I’m talking about the kind that seeps into the corners of your day—the dishes you meant to do but didn’t, the texts you keep meaning to reply to, the way you whispered “tomorrow” to every promise you made to yourself.

We all do it. We say we’ll try harder. We’ll get dressed properly, put on mascara, speak kindly, finally call that friend back, start the thing we’ve been putting off. We promise ourselves we’ll be better.

But then life does what it does. A bad mood. Stressing over finances. A bill you forgot about. A wave of exhaustion you can’t quite explain. And once again, you feel like you’ve fallen short—not just of what others expect of you, but of what you expect of yourself.

But let me gently remind you:

You are not failing. You are living.

And living is loud. It’s chaotic. It’s rarely tidy and never perfect. There will be days when you forget things, when you snap, when you feel like you’re doing everything wrong.

There will be moments when you feel invisible, unqualified, overwhelmed. There will be seasons where your soul is tired and no one can see it.

But none of that disqualifies you from being deeply worthy of love and grace.

Your junk drawer doesn’t make you a mess. The crumbs in the car, the undone laundry, the silent tears over things you can’t name—none of it makes you weak. It makes you real.

You were never called to be flawless. You were called to be faithful. And even when you feel like you’re falling apart, God is holding all the pieces together.

Where you see chaos, He sees the process. Where you feel behind, He’s already ahead—preparing, redeeming, restoring. He’s not disappointed in you. He’s near to you. Right in the middle of the mess.

And one day, you’ll look back and see it: the strength you didn’t know you had, the wisdom you gained through fire, the ways you changed, not by trying harder, but by learning to let go of what was never yours to carry.

“I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you.”—Isaiah 46:4

So if today feels like too much, remember this: You are not finished. This chapter is not the whole story.

The mess doesn’t mean you’re failing—it means you’re growing.

Take a deep breath. You’re not alone in this. And you don’t have to hold it all together to be held by God.

With love,

Sarah xx

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