11/03/2026
The world gets different when you lose your mom. It’s quieter, and a little colder.
Nobody else knows your childhood the way she did. Nobody else answers the phone like she did. I keep looking for that voice in rooms where it used to be.
I’m asking God to be the warmth in the places she left. And I’m asking Him to keep her close tonight.
Who are you lifting up in prayer today?