“Parenting a preteen has been one of the hardest seasons I’ve walked through. In recent weeks, I’ve wrestled with doubt, tears, and the fear of failing as a mom.
Then, something happened that shifted everything. After confirmation class and youth dinner, my daughter was sitting under the Word, listening to a friend preach. In that moment, she knelt at the altar. Later, she told me she felt the Holy Spirit so strongly, she described it as ‘weird.’
I’ll be honest: Sunday night drives, coming off a long week of school, practices, and obligations—those are when I feel worn thin. Yet watching her—choosing to kneel, choosing to be in that place of worship—made every tear, every tire-screech to get home, every moment of exhaustion worth it.
My prayer is that God will keep moving in her life, and in the lives of all our students—drawing them near, filling them with His Spirit, and making those invisible moments visible.”
-Stephanie Harris, Mother
