I’m in My Spiritual Toddler Phase

🍼 Growing pains, real gains, and God’s gentle hand.

Lately, I’ve been feeling like a whole toddler in the Spirit. Like…

Tantrums one minute, tears the next.

Cussing under my breath, praying with my chest.

Clutching my little cup of juice (maybe hibachi on the side), while whispering to God, “I’m trying, Lord… but I’m tired.”

And you know what?

God is still rocking with me. For real.

I’m in a phase where I cry more than I thought I would.

Where I unpack things I never thought I’d revisit.

Where I reflect on pain I thought was already healed—old friendships, failed situationships, family wounds, and shame I didn’t even know I was still carrying.

But it’s all coming out now, raw and loud and holy.

And the Lord? He doesn’t flinch.

Being a spiritual toddler is wild.

I throw little fits when life don’t go my way.

I question God like, “Are you even listening?”

Then five minutes later, I’m smiling like, “Okay, okay… you were listening. My bad, Lord.”

It’s hilarious, humbling, and kind of healing all at once.

But what makes this phase so beautiful is that God is parenting me with gentleness.

Not just power. Not just correction. But gentleness.

He doesn’t shout over me. He doesn’t ignore me.

He kneels down, meets me where I’m at, and reminds me:

“You’re growing. This is part of it. And I’m not going anywhere.”

He’s sharpening me, not shaming me.

I used to think God was disappointed every time I slipped up, doubted, or snapped.

But lately, I’m learning that He’s just… sharpening me.

That word hit me hard.

It’s not corruption.

It’s not condemnation.

It’s character refinement.

Like a good parent who sees their kid trying to figure it out in a messy, beautiful way.

So if you feel like a spiritual toddler too…

…know this:

• You’re not backsliding. You’re just becoming.

• You’re not failing. You’re forming.

• You’re not too much. You’re maturing.

And God is patient with you, even on the days you’re not patient with yourself.

There’s grace here.

There’s growth here.

There’s God here.

So take your little toddler heart, your crumbs of healing, your inconsistent faith, your forehead kisses from the Father, and keep walking. Even if you wobble.

Because this isn’t a sprint. It’s a sanctified stroll.

And He’s holding your hand the whole way.

For lifers.

🍼💛