Bible, Coffee, and a toy nado- thriving-ish in the chaos!
Hello and welcome to this week’s blog post. If you’ve ever felt like you’re holding it all together by a thread- this one is for you. In my last blog post, I opened up about one of the hardest seasons of my life- facing a mental health scare during pregnancy, which forced me to acknowledge the weight I had been carrying for far too long. I thought I was falling apart, but God was gently breaking what needed to be broken so He could begin the healing I had been too stubborn to surrender to. It wasn’t the end – it was His invitation to something new, even when I didn’t realize it.
Since then, I’ve been on a journey- not a perfect one, but a real one. A journey where God met me in my burnout and gently led me toward something I hadn’t felt in a long time: balance.
I don’t have all the answers, and this isn’t a story about having it all together. It’s about the messy, grace-filled process of learning to rest in Him, even when life feels heavy. If you’re in that place right now—tired, overwhelmed, unsure—I want you to know you’re not walking it alone. This is my honest journey from burnout to balance and how God’s healing, faithfulness, and small daily acts of surrender have carried me through.
What Burnout Looked Like For Me
Burnout didn’t come crashing in like a wave—it was more like a slow leak I barely noticed until I was completely drained. Every morning, I was up early getting the kids ready for the day, handling meltdowns, and just constantly on the go – trying to stay one step ahead of the unexpected. I kept telling myself, that this is just what moms do. That exhaustion was normal. That sneaking away to the bathroom for a few quiet tears was just part of holding it all together.
But deep down, I knew something wasn’t right.
I was irritable all the time, especially with my child. Every little mess, every innocent mistake, triggered a reaction in me that felt so much bigger than it should have. I found myself tearing up over broken eggs on the kitchen floor, feeling overwhelmed when my son dumped out a cup of water, or panicking when he climbed onto something too high. They were small things, but in the middle of my exhaustion, they felt like tipping points. And then came the guilt. That crushing mom guilt that whispered, you’re supposed to have more patience. You’re failing.
I prayed for strength, for the ability to stay calm when everything felt like too much- but deep down I was running on empty, trying to carry what I was never meant to carry alone.
But one Sunday, everything cracked open. I was sitting in church, emotionally flat, barely holding it together, when the pastor said something that went straight through me. I don’t remember the whole sermon — but I remember the feeling. It was like someone had reached in and gently flipped on a light in a room I had kept dark for far too long.
In that moment, I realized I wasn’t just tired — I was spiritually depleted, emotionally drained, and mentally checked out. I hadn’t been living — I had been surviving.
That sermon convicted me in a way nothing else had. I knew I couldn’t keep going like this — something had to change. And in that moment, I finally admitted what I had been avoiding: I needed help. I couldn’t fix this on my own. I needed God to step in and do what I couldn’t. Burnout wasn’t my fault — but healing was my responsibility and it took me surrendering. And that’s where my journey back to Him, and toward healing, began.
The Role Faith Played In My Healing
That Sunday morning in church was the beginning of something new. I didn’t walk out magically healed, but I walked out with awareness- and that was the first crack into the wall I had built around my heart. At that moment, I realized I had been trying to carry everything on my own- my family, my responsibilities, my emotions, even my pain. I had been acting like I had to be everything for everyone, while never pausing to remember that God never asked me to carry it all alone.
Faith showed me that rest wasn’t something I had to earn- that needing it didn’t make me weak. It reminded me that I was still a good mom, even if I wasn’t doing everything perfectly. Gradually, I began to turn back to God, not out of desperation, but in surrender.
I began carving out quiet moments each morning—to sit with my Bible, to pray, to simply be in God’s presence. At first, it felt small. But those few minutes grounded me in a way that caffeine and to-do lists never could—but let’s be real, caffeine is still my best friend!
I stopped asking, “How can I do more?” and started asking, “What is truly mine to carry today?” I learned to set down the guilt, the perfectionism, and the pressure. Even when it felt impossible, I brought it all to God anyway.
Healing didn’t happen overnight, but it was sacred. Faith became my safe space, my reset button, my constant reminder that even in burnout, I was still held, still loved, and still enough no matter what.
What Balance Looks Like Now
Balance in this season of my life balance isn’t about achieving some perfect routine. It’s about learning to listen to my body and spirit before they start screaming. It’s about recognizing when I am running on empty and choosing- to pause. To breathe. To ask God for help.
Some days, I still feel overwhelmed. Some days, I still snap and have to apologize. But now, I give myself more grace. I’ve learned that healing isn’t a straight line- it’s a daily choice to return to myself, to my faith, and to the quiet truth that I don’t have to do it all.
And on the good days- when I stay calm through a meltdown, when I choose rest over resentment when I remember to take care of my spirit- I celebrate. Not with confetti but with a quiet smile. A whispered thank you, God. I’ve learned that small wins are still wins. That showing up for myself in little ways is sacred work.
Balance now looks like grace on the messy days, and gratitude on the better ones. Its not perfect, but its real. And that’s enough.
To The Mom Who Feels Burned Out
Mama, I see you
You’re carrying so much. Trying to hold it together for everyone else while wondering when you’ll get a moment to breathe. You’ve given and poured and stretched yourself thin and maybe starting to wonder if you’re just not strong enough.
But let me remind you, You are strong! Not because you never break, but because you keep showing up- even when its hard.
You’re not failing if you’re tired, you’re not broken if you need rest, you’re not less of a mother because you need care too. You were never meant to do this alone. Not without grace. Not without God. And not without rest.
Start small. Breathe. Celebrate small wins. Forgive the hard days. And let balance be something you grow into- not something you force.
Your healing doesn’t have to be loud to be real. Your peace doesn’t have to be perfect to be Holy. You are doing sacred work. And you are not alone.