There’s something both thrilling and terrifying about brushing off a résumé you haven’t touched in a decade.
Your brain remembers your old life and skillset, but your heart whispers, “Am I still good at anything outside this house?”
For years, your title was Mom.
You wore it proudly — juggling to-do lists, laundry cycles, sporting events, and carpools like an Olympian.
But now, standing on the edge of a new season, you’re being asked to reintroduce yourself to the world… and that can feel like a lot.
Here’s the quiet truth most people won’t say out loud: reentering the workforce after divorce isn’t just about updating your skills — it’s the beginning of rebuilding your self-worth.
Because somewhere in that old life, you were either told — or started to believe — that you weren’t capable anymore.
You started thinking your value ended when that chapter closed.
And that lie? It’s one of the most subtle thieves of confidence there is.
(Ask me how I know!)
But here’s what’s also true: God didn’t just call you to one role. He called you to a lifetime of purpose.
You haven’t fallen behind.
Those years at home weren’t wasted; they were training.
You managed chaos, solved conflicts, multitasked like a pro, and learned endurance the hard way. That’s leadership in its purest form.
You don’t have to be the most qualified. You just have to start.
Confidence doesn’t always roar. Sometimes it walks quietly into an interview wearing Target flats and a prayer, whispering, “Lord, go before me.”
I remember the first full-time job I landed — everything was stacked against me.
I’d just had abdominal surgery six days before the test.
I studied every practice quiz I could find, walked into a room with fifty women, and sat there in real, physical pain. Somehow, I scored in the top four and landed an interview.
What I didn’t know was that the office was in total leadership upheaval. The interview kept getting rescheduled. I almost asked if this was a test of my patience (but I didn’t).
When it finally happened, I prayed, “Jesus, go before me and behind me. Let me leave nothing but the impression of You.”
After I left that day, the Director was let go, and the hiring panel ended up meeting at someone’s house — over drinks and their collective misery (no joke).
They decided they had to make a decision that night before the position was frozen.
The next morning, I received the call.
Fourteen years out of the workforce, and there I was — hired for a position at City Hall with women who became friends, mentors, and encouragers.
And let me tell you — my confidence wasn’t soaring at any point in that process.
But God.
Why is that always the part we forget?
The part we can’t trust?
The piece we brush off like it’s too small to matter — when really, it’s the only thing that does?
That’s the Know Yourself work inside the Hopeful Healing Box — learning to see yourself through God’s eyes again.
To trade “I used to be” for “I still am.”
To replace “just a mom” with “a woman of strength, wisdom, dignity and calling.”
You’re not less than because you pressed pause.
Nothing about this new life makes you smaller — it just makes you stronger.
So get to know God’s girl again.
She’s brilliant. She’s capable. She’s courageous.
And she’s still in there — ready to rise.
xo ♥️
Kristi