You Are The Hidden Key

The enemy does not want you to know your identity. He knows what a threat you’ll be once you know who you are. So, he feeds you lies and uses your insecurities to keep you away from the Truth.

Whew, starting off strong, huh?

We play one of the biggest roles in our babies’ lives. Jesus uses us to shape our babies into the people they will become. What a big job.

A lot of the time, you’ll see generational sin. Sin is passed down from generation to generation. Our babies learn from us, even our sins. If they hear you talking badly about yourself, they’re going to start doing the same.

When is it going to stop? Are you going to be the one to do it?

We aren’t perfect, and we are never going to be. But, if we choose to turn from sin and run to Jesus, we’ll teach our babies that also.

I was reading a book last night called Carrie Soto is Back by Taylor Jenkins Reid. It’s about a tennis player, and she was talking with her dad. He said, “Do not let what anyone says about you determine how you feel about yourself.” That hit me to my core.

I want you to ask Jesus to search your heart. Psalm 139:23 says, “Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts.”

I have some questions I want you to think about:

• What/who do you run to when you’re afraid, anxious, or frustrated?

• When you feel confident/good about yourself, what makes you feel that way? Was it from the world? Giving you temporary feel-good moments? Or, was it Jesus? Who fills you with peace that surpasses all understanding?

• Who/what plays the biggest role in what you think about yourself? Is it social media? Or someone you trust?

• Do you seek validation from others? We all do to an extent, but is your confidence rooted in what others think about you?

Mama, when are you going to leave the things of this world? When are you going to stop chasing after temporary feel-good moments that leave just as fast as you felt them?

You will never be enough for the world. Because guess what? Jesus was the perfect man, and the world mocked and crucified Him.

I know this has been a little harsh; it seems I have chosen violence. I’m doing it out of love for you. And because I know what it feels like to find your identity in the things of this world, it’s exhausting.

This is the first time in my life that I have come to know my identity in Jesus. And let me tell you, it is the most freeing thing in the world.

This is a daily battle. Once you get there, you have to keep clinging to Him.

Mama, fight to find your identity in the One who calls you loved, chosen, forgiven, and important. Find who you are in the one who wants to hear your every thought, who you don’t have to fight to get attention from. Jesus is waiting for you to talk to Him. He sees you, and he will truly make you feel more loved and content than anything/anyone on earth. He will never fail you.

Don’t you want to experience that?

When you find who you are in Jesus, you get the HONOR to teach your babies the same.

Prayer:

Jesus, thank you for this, Mama, on the other side of the screen. Thank you that she stayed all the way till the end. I ask that you would bless her. Teach her who You say she is. Give her a soft heart to hear your voice. I pray against the evil one, that he would have no part in her finding who she is in You. Please fill her with wisdom on how to be the mom you want her to be. Thank you for loving us. Amen.

Love you, goodbye<3

When Motivation Disappears

“Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have

received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore, honor God

with your bodies.” — 1 Corinthians 6:19–20 (NIV)

I don’t know about you, but sometimes I get on fire for working out. I feel like a new woman—like I could move mountains. I think, “Man, Lord! You’ve healed me from my dislike of exercise! This is a miracle!”

And then… the next day arrives.

And that “new woman” is gone.

Whoever she was must have been on something—because she clearly wasn’t me. Instead, all I want to do is sit in front of the TV, scroll, and repeat.

In those moments, I have to remind myself of truth. My feelings are not always worth listening to—because our feelings lie to us. God’s Word, however, is Truth.

1 Corinthians 6:19–20 reminds me that my body is a temple of the Holy Spirit. I don’t belong to myself; I was bought at a price. That means I’m called to honor God with my body.

If I borrow an outfit from a friend, I wouldn’t leave it crumpled on the floor, stepped on, and stained. I’d treat it with care—because it’s not mine. My body is the same way—it’s on loan from my Creator. And the best way I can care for it is by eating well and moving it.

The truth is, I feel better when I do these things. But that doesn’t make them easy. And maybe that’s the point—because nothing of real substance comes easily.

Prayer:

Lord, thank You for entrusting me with this body. Forgive me when I take it for granted or treat it

carelessly. Help me to honor You with how I eat, move, and live—even on the days when my

feelings don’t match my calling. Give me strength to do what is good, even when it’s hard. In

Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Written by:

Stacey Beck

Getting Strong for What Matters Most

“Strong is the new skinny.”

“Sweat now, shine later.”

“Train insane or remain the same.”

I had to Google those phrases—because they’re the kinds of things women who love working out say.

And I have never been that woman.

I’ve never found workouts “therapeutic.” I’ve never had that rush of endorphins people talk about. In fact, working out hard is… well, hard—and hard has never been my jam.

But God.

God’s Word has something to say about taking care of our bodies.

Proverbs 31:17 says, “She girds herself with strength, and makes her arms strong.”

This is about the Proverbs 31 woman—the woman I aspire to be. She is prepared for action. She’s capable, equipped, and strong.

And when I think about “making my arms strong,” I think about what women do with their arms—lifting children, carrying groceries, hugging loved ones, cooking meals, cleaning homes, comforting the hurting.

Our strength isn’t just for us—it’s for serving the people God has placed in our lives.

When I first started working out, I was afraid—afraid I couldn’t do it, afraid it wasn’t “me.” But I was more afraid of not doing it. More afraid of not being strong enough to show up for my family. More afraid of my body failing when they need me.

So, I move. I train. I build strength—not to chase a number on a scale, but to be prepared for the life God has called me to live.

Prayer:

Lord, thank You for the body You’ve given me. Help me to care for it as a good steward of Your

creation. Give me the courage to do hard things and the strength to serve well. Make my arms

strong—not just for my sake, but so I can love and help the people You’ve placed in my life. In

Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Written by:

Stacey Beck

Fearfully, Wonderfully, and Strong

“I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful; I know that full well” — Psalm 139:14 (NIV)

“Fitness Journey” sounds like a simple phrase, but for me, it has often carried the weight of not being good enough. I can’t remember exactly when it started, but I’ve spent much of my life feeling “less than.”

I’ve never been small. I’ve never been athletic. I’ve never been “the best.” For years, I accepted being average. Average felt safe—because average wasn’t noticeable.

But that’s not how God sees me.

Genesis 1:27 tells me I am made in His image. If that’s true—and it is—then I am anything but average.

God Himself says I am fearfully and wonderfully made. My size, skill, or speed do not define my worth.

So, how do I live as the person He designed me to be?

I surrender who I think I am and embrace who He says I am: His child.

I seek Him, I read His Word, I learn His heart. And as I grow to know Him more, I begin to see the lies I’ve believed about myself—like “I’m not athletic.”

The truth is, I can do hard things. My body was made to move and be strong. Whether or not I can hit a ball means nothing about my capability—it just means my depth perception is bad and moving targets aren’t my thing.

Working out isn’t easy for me, but I do it. And each time, I’m reminded: I am fearfully and wonderfully made. I can do all He asks of me because His strength flows through me.

Prayer:

Father, thank You for creating me in Your image. Thank You that I am fearfully and wonderfully

made—not because of my abilities or achievements, but because You are my Creator. Help me to

see myself the way You see me. When I doubt, remind me that I can do all things through Christ

who strengthens me.

In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Written by:

Stacey Beck

Our Shepherd

Isaiah 40:11

He will feed His flock like a shepherd.

He will carry the lambs in His arms,

holding them close to His heart.

He will gently lead the mother sheep with their young.

A shepherd lovingly tends to his flock. He leads them to green pastures, searching out places with abundant grazing. When pasture is scarce, he provides food himself. He ensures they have clean water. He keeps watch, always alert to danger. He protects. He treats injuries. He walks the safe paths and guides them along the way.

When a lamb is too small or weak to walk, he doesn’t drive it forward. He picks it up—both arms wrapped around it, cradling it close to his chest. That is a deliberate act of safety, of security, of affection. And then this: He will gently lead the mother sheep with their young.

This line is so specific—and so deeply comforting. Jesus knows the weight that mothers carry.

He knows the exhaustion of tending to babies, toddlers, and children, often while juggling other responsibilities. And what does He do? He leads.

That means I don’t have to have it all figured out. I don’t have to make every decision alone.

Sometimes it feels like decision-making is all I do. At work, at home—what to cook, when to clean, when to shop, what to feed my family for every single meal (plus snacks!). It’s constant.

It’s draining.

But this verse gives me hope: He leads. He doesn’t shove. He doesn’t rush. He leads—gently. Kindly. Patiently.

And if I follow, He promises rest.

He carries the weak. He strengthens the tired. He refreshes my soul with His presence and His Word.

- Stacey Beck