The Comforting Mum

I’m backkk! And I’m so sorry it’s been so long. But I’ve had some big life changes since my last post. Since then, life has happened in ways I wasn’t prepared for.

Not long after that post, I struggled deeply with my mental health. I reached an all-time low — the kind where you genuinely believe you won’t come back from it. Every day felt heavy, and just getting through the hours felt like an achievement. I was exhausted in every sense of the word.

But then I prayed. Harder than I ever have before. Not polished prayers, not pretty words — just raw, desperate honesty. And the very next day, I received a phone call. They told me they had found a new place for me and the girls.

I cried. Proper cried. Happy tears, shocked tears, disbelief. I remember just sitting there thinking, there’s no way this is real.

And then, about a week later, I got a job.

It all happened so quickly that I barely had time to process it. What felt like rock bottom one moment suddenly became the start of something new.

Moving in wasn’t easy. Nothing about it was smooth. There was no heating. No hot water. The girls’ room — the one I worked so hard to put together — flooded. I had to rip up the flooring that had cost me nearly £200 and replace it with money I didn’t really have.

The girls stayed at my sister’s for four days while I tried to make the place safe and liveable. I had barely any savings left, and I was stretched emotionally, physically, financially — but I kept going. I had to.

And somehow, I made it a home.

Now, they love it more than ever. They’re settled. They’re happy. And seeing them comfortable in a space that’s finally ours makes every hard moment worth it.

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✨ Reflection

Looking back, I realise how close I was to giving up — and how quietly God was working behind the scenes while I felt completely abandoned. The breakthrough didn’t come when I had everything together. It came when I had nothing left but faith.

This season has taught me that answered prayers don’t always arrive wrapped in ease. Sometimes they come with chaos, exhaustion, and obstacles that test every part of you. But provision still shows up. Strength still finds you.

I’m learning that survival is holy work too. That building a life for your children from scraps, faith, and determination is something to be proud of. And that sometimes the greatest miracle isn’t the house or the job — it’s the fact that you kept going when you thought you couldn’t.

If you’re reading this while waiting for your breakthrough, please hear this: just because it’s quiet doesn’t mean nothing is happening. Sometimes God is preparing the answer while you’re learning how to survive the waiting.

And if all you can do today is breathe and pray, that is enough.

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🌸 Affirmation

“I am living proof that God makes a way, even when I can’t see one. I am stronger than my hardest days, and my story is still unfolding with purpose. What tried to break me only built me.”

Signed,

The Comforting Mum