Slow It Down, Lord: Dreams Can Wait but This Moment Can’t

I used to be the girl who wanted everything right now.

Dreams in my journal.
Goals on my vision board.
A checklist of ambition, mapped out by age and stage—
all fueled by passion, drive, and the belief that if I worked hard enough, I’d have it all.

But then came you.
And everything changed.

Now, the girl who once wanted everything quickly… just wants time to slow down.

Because I see it—
The way your hands are already getting bigger.
The way your baby babbles are turning into words.
The way your sleepy weight against my chest won’t always feel this small.

And while my dreams are still alive, still burning quietly in the background…
You are here. Right now. Growing too fast.

Sometimes I whisper prayers through tears while folding laundry or nursing at dawn:

“Lord, I know You put purpose in my heart. I know You called me to more. But if it takes 3, even 5 more years for those dreams to blossom, let time go slower now. Let me stay in this holy, fleeting season just a little longer.”

Because the success I once chased so urgently…
it now bows to this moment.

To your giggle.
To your first steps.
To the sleepy “mama” that melts every part of me.

I’m still her—the girl with dreams.
But I’ve become someone deeper now. Someone softer.
A mother whose definition of success is no longer tied only to titles or timelines, but to the legacy of love she’s building at home.

I know my dreams will come.
Maybe slower than I expected.
Maybe in ways I didn’t imagine.
But I trust God’s timing more than mine.

Because He didn’t just give me a vision—
He gave me you, too.

And if this is the season to sit in the quiet,
to rock you just a little longer,
to memorize your laugh,
to pause my hustle so I can be fully present for your wonder…

Then I welcome it.
I embrace it.
I pray for it.

Let the dreams unfold in time.
But let this—this sacred season of snuggles, bottles, giggles, and grace—
stay with me a little longer.

Because right now, I don’t need “everything.”
I just need you.
And maybe a few more slow, beautiful days like this.

🌿 Still rooted. Still dreaming. But fully present—
Rooted in Purpose – Where Faith Meets Motherhood

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