In one of the most difficult seasons of my life, after losing my mother while life kept moving relentlessly forward, my daughter Ari began to see what I could not say out loud. She left me notes. Drawings. Small, quiet reminders of love slipped into the places she knew I would find them. Through her, I felt the love of Jesus in the most unexpected ways.

It reminded me of my own childhood, writing notes to my mother: a note she kept for years, tucked into a photo album she one day placed in my hands.

This is a children's book written for the mamas. For the hard days, the heavy seasons, and the moments when grief or weariness makes love hard to feel. If that is where you are today, let I Left You Something, Mama be a note slipped into your path: you are extraordinarily loved by God, and by the little ones watching you more closely than you know. You are not forsaken. You are sought out.