If God had a group chat with the angels about me.....

God:

“Alright, team. Status update on My daughter.”

Angel 1:
“She hasn’t quit.”

Angel 2:
“Still showing up for her husband every single day. Even when she’s tired. Even when she’s scared. Even when she feels like she’s running on fumes.”

Angel 3:
“She cries at night sometimes… but she gets up the next morning and fights again.”

Angel 4:
“She’s stronger than she thinks. She calls it survival. We call it faith.”

God:
“She thinks I don’t see the quiet parts.”

Angel 2:
“Oh, but we do. The way she rereads old messages. The way she stares at the phone after a call ends. The way she prays when panic creeps in.”

Angel 1:
“And the way she still believes in redemption. After everything.”

Angel 3:
“She carries other people’s burdens too. Not just her own.”

Angel 4:
“She advocates. She questions systems. She pushes when it would be easier to stay quiet.”

Angel 1 (laughing softly):
“She has a little Beth Dutton fire in her.”

And God would probably smile at that one.

God:
“She doesn’t realize her loyalty is shaping generations.”

Angel 2:
“She thinks she’s just ‘being a wife.’”

Angel 3:
“No. She’s modeling covenant.”

Angel 4:
“She worries she’s not doing enough.”

God:
“She is exactly where I need her.”

God:
“Tell her this — I’m not done writing her story. And the middle never looks like the ending.”

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