“You don’t need to prove anything.”

That’s what I’d say.

You don’t have to be perfect.

You don’t have to be the fixer.

You don’t need to have every answer.

You just need to show up.

You will mess up.

You will cry.

You will question everything.

But you will also see miracles.

Tiny ones.

Hidden ones.

Heartbreaking and holy ones.

And through it all, God will not let go of you.

So breathe.

You’re not the Savior.

You’re the seed planter.

And even if no one claps, heaven will.