There’s something internally that shifts in you when you become a mom. At least, it did for me.

It’s like all the noise I used to tolerate – the people-pleasing, the “sure, no problem” responses, the internalizing of others’ criticism – suddenly started to feel heavier. It’s like something shifted in my moral compass that wouldn’t allow me to continue to have certain behavior, or energy around me anymore. Because I realize now, it’s not just about me. It’s about the little eyes that are watching. It’s about the home I’m trying to build. It’s about modeling what healthy love and respect actually looks like.

Lately, I’ve been doing a lot of internal inventory. Inspired by the book Boundaries by Dr. Henry Cloud and John Townsend, I’ve been asking myself:

• Where have I been saying yes when I really mean no?

• Who in my life consistently makes me feel small or “less than”?

• Am I seeking approval, or am I standing in the truth?

• Do I believe that I can set boundaries without being labeled mean or difficult?

The truth is: boundaries are not walls. They’re gates. They define what’s allowed in and what isn’t. Setting boundaries is not out of bitterness or ego, but out of clarity and self-respect.

Recently, I had to set a firm boundary with a predominant figure in my life. For years, every small disagreement seemed to end with me feeling dismissed, belittled, or manipulated. It wasn’t always obvious, but the behavior from this person was consistent. And for a long time, I let it slide – brushing it off, internalizing it, telling myself I was just being overly sensitive. 

But not anymore.

And truthfully, it’s taken me a long time to get here.

But now I understand: I’m not just responsible for keeping the peace – I’m responsible for protecting it.

Becoming a mom has given me the courage to examine my relationships through a clearer lens. I no longer have the capacity to entertain patterns that are draining, or disrespectful. I want to be someone who teaches her kids how to honor others and honor themselves. And I know now that this starts with me.

And if that makes me “too much,” or the “B word,” or whatever label people throw around when a woman decides to stop bending herself in half – so be it.

I want to encourage you to take inventory today. Maybe even journal it out. Who do you need to create some space with? What conversations have left you emotionally bruised, even if everything “looked fine” on the surface?

I know these things to be true:

You can be kind and still have boundaries.
You can be loving and still say no.
You can be Christlike and still protect your peace.

This is your permission slip to step into the boundary-setting era of your life. Not out of spite, but out of stewardship – of your time, your energy, your emotional health, and your purpose.

You’re worthy of relationships that honor your yes and your no equally.

Hold that truth close today – and let it guide your next step.

I’m here for you.

I lied to you.
I lied to myself.
And I’m sorry about that.

When I first started The Worthy Blog in 2021, it was born out of a moment in my life when I felt anything but worthy. I was questioning everything – my career, my identity, my purpose. I remember looking in the mirror, eyes puffy from tears, and whispering to myself: You are worthy.

And that message? It helped. For a little while.

I built this platform around the idea that women needed to be reminded of their self-worth. That if we could just affirm ourselves enough, love ourselves enough, speak kindly to ourselves enough… we’d get there. We’d believe it.

But here’s what I need to share with you now:
I don’t believe in self-worth solely based on self anymore.

You read that right.

I think it’s all a bunch of malarkey.

Because the truth is, on my own, I’m not worthy. I’m flawed. I’m prideful. I mess up more than I’d like to admit. And all the affirmations and sticky notes on the mirror can’t clean my soul or redeem my heart.

Without a shadow of a doubt, I know:
My worth doesn’t come from me.
It comes from Him.

From a perfect Savior who chose a brutal cross over leaving me lost in my sin.
From a God who calls me His daughter – not because I’ve earned anything, but because He is a loving God. That in spite of me, He loves me. He chose death on a cross for me.

This shift has changed my entire life.

I now know that chasing worth through the words of Tony Robbins, or through my husband, or my kids, or friendships, or likes on social media, – even through this blog – will not fulfill me in the long run. I don’t need to manifest it. I don’t need to earn it. I don’t need to prove it.

I just need to abide in Him and His word.
Rest in Him.
Trust in Him.

And let me tell you – this understanding hasn’t made life easier. In fact, there are times when it’s been really hard.

Because when your identity is in Christ, obedience can look like letting go of control. It can look like staying home with your babies when all you want to do is hustle. It can look like leaving a role you worked hard for to prioritize your family. Speaking truth when you’d rather be liked. Being still when the world says, “Do more. Be more. More. More More.”

Sometimes obedience looks like sacrifice.
Sometimes following God leads to isolation.
But every single time, it leads to freedom.

I’ve spent more hours than I can count rocking my daughter to sleep in the stillness of the night – praying, crying, listening. Sometimes I think that’s why God wakes our babies. So we’re required to sit with Him in the quiet.

Some of my deepest conversations with God have happened there. And today, He’s telling me that you need to hear this.

Jesus promises us that He knows the plans He has for us – plans to prosper us and not to harm us, plans to give us a hope and a future. I promise you, I had no idea what He was doing a year ago. But now? I look at my life. I look at my kids. I look ay my husband. I look at myself – at the woman He is molding.

And I see SO MUCH HOPE, SUCH A GREAT FUTURE – this platform has a purpose so much bigger than self and self-worth.

And I’m sorry if you’ve ever read a post from me that said, “You are worthy just because you are.”

I am here today to lovingly correct myself:

You are worthy because He is.

You are worthy because you have a God who loves you more than you could ever imagine.

And that truth? It’s stronger than any affirmation I could have offered you five years ago.

Thank you God for change. Thank you God for growth. Thank you God for clarity. It’s such a beautiful thing, if you allow Him to move through you.

So here I am, re-centering The Worthy Blog – not around me, but around Christ.

He’s the reason I am here.
He’s the reason I am breathing.
He’s the reason this entire blog exists.

Because we are not worthy apart from Jesus.
But through Him, we are:
Loved.
Redeemed.
Chosen.

Because He is worthy.
And so are we in Him.