God designed us with intention—woven from the DNA of two imperfect people, yet formed with divine purpose. The enemy whispers for us to walk away from the good, to throw out every part of our heritage, but God invites us to sift, to select, to become. My mother is proof that grace can run through a family line. The strength she walked in through loss, disappointment, and change has become my inheritance. Watching her, I’ve learned that crowns aren’t just worn—they’re passed down.
The Crown My Mother Handed Me
