Daughter, look up.

One day, I was lying in bed crying out to God, overwhelmed and ready to give up. And in that moment, with my eyes filled with tears, I heard Him whisper three words:

“Daughter, look up.”

He reminded me that I had become so distracted and weighed down by the words of the world and those around me that I had lost sight of His voice. I didn't need to keep looking around me for answers. I needed to look to Him. To seek Him and discover what He said about me instead of the lies I had been believing.

In that process, I began to understand that identity isn't something we have to earn, prove, or piece together on our own. Before any other title we may be called, we are His daughters. Loved, known, chosen and seen.

Dear Daughter grew from that reminder and from a desire to create the kind of space I needed myself: a place where women can slow down, be honest, return to Scripture, and remember who God says they are.

My hope is that every journal, gathering, and word shared here becomes an invitation to look up, return to truth, and live from the security of being deeply loved by God.

With Love, Kourtney