The Mom Behind the Miracles: A Mother’s Day Reflection

Today has been one for the books.

I woke up to breakfast in bed, sweet gifts from my husband and kids, and a peaceful cup of coffee on the back patio with my 8-year-old, who looked me in the eyes and said, “You’re the best mom in the city.” (And you better believe I’m holding onto that title!) I spent some time on the phone with my mom, made plans to visit her with her gifts, and then headed to church—where, as always, the Word met me right where I was.

Our amazing First Lady gave us mompreneurs the opportunity to set up tables and showcase our products and services after service. What a gift! But let me keep it real—getting there was a whole thing. Between family moments, product hiccups, and being pulled in five different directions, I was rushing to get my table together when a friend (fellow mama of two girls) stopped me. She was having a wardrobe malfunction and I was ghetto-rigging her dress (because moms can fix anything with bobby pins and prayer). She looked at me mid-rig and asked, “You okay?” I said, “I’m fine,” but she wasn’t buying it. She sat down and said, “No, really… what’s going on?”

So I told her.

I told her about the heaviness I was carrying—the beautiful kind of busy that comes from answered prayers, and the harder kind that sneaks in uninvited. I told her about the family member facing a health battle. About the praise team break I’ve had to take while wrapping up all the training programs ending next month. About trying to help my kids finish the school year strong, and juggling all the sports signups, practices, and everyday chaos.

She just listened.

She didn’t offer advice or interrupt. She let me talk. And in that moment, that 5-10 minute exchange, I felt seen. And it hit me again—how often we moms pour out, love hard, serve deep, and go unseen.

But here’s what I know: unseen doesn’t mean insignificant.

The miracle of the loaves and fish? Everyone remembers the boy who handed them to Jesus. But I think about his mama—the one who packed that lunch. Her name’s not in the text. But her impact is. That’s us. Moms planting seeds behind the scenes, preparing our kids to show up, stand tall, and bring something to the table that God can multiply.

And every time I design a planner, write a song, or coach my daughter through her role as my mini business partner, I think of that mama. I think of you.

Because I know you’re doing it too—pouring out, pushing through, making magic out of moments no one else sees. My Getting It Together Planners were created exactly for moms like us—visionary women who are running homes, building dreams, raising legacy kids, and doing it all with grit and grace. They’re not just cute (though they are!)—they’re designed to grow with your love, direction, correction, encouragement and nourishment.

And when you witness another mom that is low on fuel? Fuel her up like only another fuel giver can. And we can sit back together one day and watch our children’s potential grow as tall as wide as they possibly can. And with so much satisfaction that that growth came from how we were in the trenches, planting seeds, and packing lunches.

So today, mama, I see you. I celebrate you. You’re the woman behind the miracle. You’re the one packing loaves and fish with a heart full of love, even if no one’s watching. But I am. And I’m rooting for you.

Happy Mother’s Day.

With love,

Stephani Sturgis

Oh… and here’s a glimpse of my table!

Restore World Church vendor table