Becoming boldly

Celebrating Healing While Trusting God With My Children

Today marks my first blog post, and it feels right to begin here—in gratitude, reflection, and truth.

I am in a season of healing.

A real one.

A God-led one.

I can finally say I am learning how to celebrate where I am with the Lord—not just the victories people can see, but the quiet, inward restoration that only He truly understands.

At the same time, there is a tender place in my heart.

I carry a deep desire for all of my children to be here with me, to witness this version of me—the healed me, the surrendered me, the woman God has been patiently forming. I would love for them to see how far God has brought me, how much peace now lives in my spirit, how much love fills our home.

And yet… I am okay.

I am learning that loving your children deeply also means releasing them wisely.

I know that one day they will all leave the nest, just as they are meant to. That truth no longer breaks me the way it once did. Instead, it reminds me that God knows me—fully. He knows the love I carry for my children. He knows every prayer I’ve whispered for them when no one else could hear. He knows my heart is still a safe place for them.

This season has also reminded me of something personal and sacred.

There was a time when God desired for me to come home—to Him.

To live within His will.

To rest in obedience and trust.

But I chose my own way for years. I lived how I wanted, carried burdens I didn’t need to, and delayed surrender longer than I should have. Still, God never withdrew His invitation. He waited patiently until the moment I finally said, “Lord, I can’t do this without You.”

That surrender changed everything.

Now, as I reflect on my children and the paths they are walking, I find peace in knowing this: the same God who waited for me is working in them too. He is faithful across generations. He knows their timing. He understands their journeys better than I ever could.

So today, I celebrate this truth—

I have a home.

A healed home.

A grounded home.

A place where love lives, where grace abides, and where my children can return when they are ready.

And until then, I will continue to heal, to trust, and to walk with God—knowing that nothing surrendered to Him is ever lost.

Thank you for being here at the beginning of this journey with me.

There is so much more to come.

A Prayer of Healing, Trust, and Home

Father God,

Thank You for meeting me in this season of healing.

Thank You for the work You have done in my heart—the parts You touched quietly, patiently, and with love only You could give.

Lord, You know me completely.

You know the depth of my love for my children, every sacrifice, every tear, and every prayer I have ever lifted on their behalf. I place them in Your hands again today, trusting that You are working in their lives just as faithfully as You worked in mine.

Help me to rest in the truth that nothing surrendered to You is ever lost.

Give me peace as I celebrate where I am, even when my heart longs for togetherness. Teach me how to love without fear, release without guilt, and wait without anxiety.

Thank You for making my home a place of healing, safety, and return.

A place where grace lives and love remains available.

When the time is right, I trust that You will draw my children home—not just to a physical space, but into the fullness of Your will for their lives.

I choose surrender again today.

I choose trust.

I choose to believe that Your timing is perfect and Your promises are sure.

In Jesus’ name,

Amen.

With love and purpose,

Stephanie D. Henry