A Mother’s Reflection: God’s Hand on My Daughter’s Life

Tomorrow, October 5th, my oldest daughter turns 42 years old. I was just 24 when I had her—young, uncertain, and still finding my way through life. At the time, my husband and I were Buddhists. We didn’t yet know the true and living God, but God knew us. And He had already set His hand upon her life.

When my daughter was six, our family came to know the Lord. Looking back now, I can see how His hand has always been upon her, guiding, protecting, and even in the darkest valleys, never letting go.

Her journey has not been easy. She married very young and became a mother while still a child herself. That marriage ended in heartbreak. Later, she was engaged, only to lose her fiancé suddenly and tragically. She entered another long-term relationship, and through all her relationships, four beautiful children were born. But even that season ended in pain. And perhaps the most crushing of all was when she lost one of her youngest twin children.

To the world, her story might look messy. People judged her because they only saw the surface—multiple relationships, pain, and heartbreak. But they did not see the depth of her endurance, her resilience, or her faith. They did not see the prayers I prayed, the tears I cried, or the way I clung to God on her behalf. And they certainly didn’t see the way God never gave up on her.

One verse has stayed with me all these years. Before her first marriage, the Lord gave me this promise:
"And blessed is she that believed: for there shall be a performance of those things which were told her from the Lord." — Luke 1:45

Even now, I hold onto that promise. I believe God has a plan for my daughter. I believe He will complete the work He began in her life. And I believe He will bring beauty from ashes, joy from mourning, and healing from every wound.

She is not defined by her past. She is defined by the God who carries her.

As her mother, I continue to stand in prayer. And I declare this truth over her life:
“For God has not given us the spirit of fear, but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.”

He is not finished with her story. And I trust that the same God who brought her into this world 42 years ago, will walk with her into the fullness of His promises.

Happy birthday, my beloved daughter. You are seen. You are loved. And your best days are still ahead.