After DC, I rode in the car with another friend, and we started talking about our children. I want to share about my daughter, Gracie.
When I left my home last year in July, I was in a terrible state—mentally, physically, emotionally, and financially. But looking back, I realise that as much as I was struggling, my daughter was suffering even more. From the time we started living with her father, she had intense anger outbursts, and mind you, she was only between one and three years old. Imagine a baby screaming at you, hitting things, throwing objects, and even refusing to be touched when in the middle of her rage. That was my sweet little girl.
I never managed to record any of those outbursts, but they were so serious that friends who witnessed them would say she had inherited her father’s anger. They would tell me to pray fervently because she seemed to have a deep-seated anger problem. And I did. I prayed so much, asking God to remove that spirit of anger from my little one’s heart and mind.
My daughter would break things—her toys, household items—by throwing them or banging them on the floor when they didn’t “do” what she wanted. Even inanimate objects. It was so bad. So, so bad.
Then, I left that toxic environment in July last year. It has now been seven months of pure joy and peace in our lives. And let me tell you something—since we left, my daughter has never had another anger outburst. Not even one. She is now the sweetest, most gentle child I have ever seen. She is a baby, yes, but she is such a joy to be around—so obedient and full of peace.
This morning, I looked at her and thought, My daughter is breathtakingly beautiful. That beauty? She didn’t get it from me. She is a photocopy of her father. There was no 50/50 in that department—she got all her looks from him.
But her heart? That’s from me. Her calmness, her sweet nature, her gentle spirit, her kindness, her loving heart, her obedience, her love for Christ, and her love for music (my girl sings a lot, by the way)—those are from me.
And if there’s anything this journey has shown me, it’s that children suffer deeply when their mother suffers in a toxic environment. My daughter has her own independent relationship with her father, and I don’t interfere with that. But I know one thing for sure—God worked on the spirit of anger and bitterness that had tried to enter her little heart.
My daughter never saw anything but deep down, even as a toddler, she felt it. That pain was coming out as rage and frustration. But since we separated, my daughter has been so happy. If you knew her back then and saw her now, you wouldn’t believe she is the same child. The difference is like day and night.
She used to have very bad hasira, but today, you wouldn’t even guess that was once her struggle. That is the power of God—His grace, His favour, and His blessings.
We don’t realise how much we stress our children when we stay in environments that drain and damage us.
That’s all I wanted to share today. Have a blessed day. 🖤