A Moment & A Manifesto

— Meg Marie Wallace

Last October, I sat in a room that completely shifted the way I see and live my life.

I was at a Faith Comes By Hearing Gala. We got dressed up, showed up, and sat down — and then heard about the work they are doing. This organization has been around for decades, and it’s one we have been familiar with since our time living in Albuquerque, NM, where our first 4 kids were born.

We have loved the work they are doing for many years, but it hit differently being at the gala this year. We saw videos of the work they are doing and heard them share how they are now using the latest AI technology to complete audio translations of the Bible into every language on earth. Every tribe. Every tongue. Every nation. By 2033.

I thought about Matthew 24. “And this gospel of the kingdom will be proclaimed throughout the whole world as a testimony to all nations, and then the end will come.”

I don’t know exactly what that means on the timeline. But I know it is significant. And I know something shifted in me that night that I have not been able to reset since…and I wouldn’t even if I could.

To be honest, it was a massive wake-up call. A snap of a finger in front of my face with a single question, I have repeated in my mind since then:

If we have six years, what do we want to invest in?

That question got me offline and onto my knees. Then it led me into work that the Lord had given me a vision of over a decade ago. 

Why I’ve Been Gone

I didn’t announce I was leaving social media, but I knew that if I was going to really begin taking some actionable steps, I had to step away. In years past, when I have done that, it’s been, unfortunately, because something traumatic had happened.

This time was different. 

I didn’t step away from exhaustion or burnout, but from a conviction that six years is not a long time. When that reality settled into me, I couldn’t keep doing the same things the same way and call it faithfulness. I needed to ask hard questions: What am I actually building? What will still matter when everything is stripped away? What has God placed on my heart that I have kept putting off?

The answer that kept surfacing has been the same one for more than thirteen years.

The Promise I Made

When Matt and I were first trying to start our family, we spent years in the grief of infertility. Doctors told us we would likely never have biological children. I remember the weight of that moment — the drive home, the silence in the car, the way the future suddenly looked nothing like we had imagined.

The doctors were wrong.

In the years that followed, the Lord gave us more than we had dreamed. Our first five children arrived within six years. Two more came after that. Today we are raising seven, and this house is full of noise, of laughter, of chaos, of love, of everything I once grieved I would never have.

But those years of waiting never fully left me. They planted in me a deep, unshakeable gratitude for motherhood — and a hunger to steward it well.

The problem was, I didn’t always know how.

I remember sitting on the kitchen floor one evening, completely spent. Dinner wasn’t made. Everyone was crying. I had nothing left. I prayed for help — but what I really wanted was a person.

Someone just a few steps further down the road. Someone who still remembered what this season actually felt like. Not a peer trying to figure it out alongside me, or a woman so far removed from the trenches that she had forgotten what the hard parts were really like.

I wanted a big sister, a coach, or a mentor.

I didn’t have that, and I felt so alone, vulnerable and desperate.
So I made a promise: if God ever gave me something worth sharing, I would go back for the mothers who come after me. I would not forget what it felt like to need help.

That was over thirteen years ago. I have been talking about this vision for over a decade. Dreaming about it, writing about it, praying about it, promising it.

It is time to stop talking about it.

The Fleece

After that night at the gala, I had a hard conversation with Matt. He has known for years what I have been passionate about building and we talked again about what we believed it could become. He listened — the way he always does — and then he reminded me again how much he believes in me and also trusts that this is the path the Lord has for me. He gave his full support, blessing, and encouragement to finally put in the work.

That night I gave him my word. I told him that if this launch doesn’t begin to generate enough income to at least offset what it costs to keep all of this running — the website, the courses, the blog, the platforms — then it’s time to let it go.

I told him I’d give it everything I have until my birthday, which is May 21st. So, my official launch date has been purposefully set for May 20th.

If this doesn’t work, it doesn’t mean I would delete it forever, that it would be considered a failure, or that I wouldn’t revisit it in years to come. But it would be clarity for me in what to invest my time in for this next season of life.

To be honest, I much prefer the shadows, and at times I feel it would be far easier to go buy a bag of dirt and a package of my favorite flower seeds to plant a garden with my free time. It would be simpler, quieter, and perfectly fine to just tend to my own garden. 

But my heart is to invest in women. To preach good news to those who are broken, weary, and worn. To proclaim His goodness until He returns — which may only be six years from now.

So May 20th is my fleece before the Lord. I am giving it my all until the day before my birthday. This is my line in the sand. A moment of saying: Lord, I have been obedient to build this. I have put in the work. I have done what you have put in my heart….Now I am asking you to move.

I am not asking for viral reach, and I am certainly not asking for fame. I am asking for enough to continue to make the investment. I am praying for the women who need this, for the word to be shared, and enough fruit to justify continuing the investment of time, resources, and heart.

If you have ever believed in this kind of work, this is the moment to respond.

What I Was Building in the Silence

The last six months have been wildly full. They have been the most intentional and exhausting stretch of work I have ever done. Days turn into nights and nights bleed back into days. My heart has felt so full, and at times, giddy. I am passionate about this work and feel excited with a sense of expectancy

I have finally been building what I dreamed of years ago — a coaching program and a body of courses rooted in close to two decades of living this out in a real home, with real children, before a real God who is present in every unseen moment. This is not mere theory, nor is it borrowed language or secondhand conviction. This is hard-won, grace-covered, Scripture-anchored wisdom forged inside the four walls of my own home — for mothers who desire to live the high calling of motherhood with excellence, intention, and purpose.

For the mother who feels like she is barely holding things together and needs someone to help her take the very next step.

For the mother who is doing well on the outside but knows there is more—more depth, more purpose, more alignment between what she believes and how she lives.

For the mother who is ready to stop just getting through her days and begin building a life that considers eternity and the real return of Jesus Christ.

For the mother who longs for true friendship, for wise voices, for a kind of community that calls her higher while walking closely beside her.

Women who want to live fully, build something beautiful, and order their lives with their eyes fixed on the Lord.
Women who want to pursue a standard of excellence that is not shaped by the world, but by Him.

My new coaching program and courses will launch May 20th.

A program meant to anchor mothers in faith, shaped by steady rhythms and marked by connection, clarity, and kingdom-minded purpose.

What I Believe

I believe motherhood is the most critical role on the planet.

The woman who shapes a child’s heart is shaping the next generation of disciples, leaders, and light-bearers in a world that grows darker by the day.

I love rest. I honor simplicity. I adore the foundation and the purity of the gospel, apart from all the fluff.

But I also believe mothers are called to something far larger than surviving the week or sloughing off this role we’ve been gifted. We are ambassadors. We are disciple makers. We are missionaries.

I believe faith is not lived apart from real life. It is lived in a body, in a home, on a Tuesday afternoon.

I believe the next generation does not need perfect mothers. They need present ones. Awake ones.

Women who know why they are doing what they are doing and who have stopped measuring themselves against an illusion, an ideal, or an ever-moving standard they were never meant to meet. 

Most of all, I believe we, as women, are better together than we have ever allowed ourselves to be. We have spent far too much time comparing, competing, dividing, and doubting one another. 

We have wasted so much time standing on opposite sides of lines that never should have been drawn—“protecting” ourselves, withholding from one another, and busied ourselves tearing down what we were meant to strengthen.

This space will not be that.

I want this to be a place where women build.
A place where we step in and shoulder the weight when one of us cannot carry it alone.
Where we speak life over one another, freely and generously—and mean every word.

Where we put to death the insecurities, jealousy, skepticism, and divisions that have kept us separated…
and finally become the kind of community we have been starving for all along.

We were made for this. For each other. For this critical moment in history.

From This Point On

May 20th is the date. The waitlist is open.

If this vision has stirred something in you — sign up.
If you know a mother who is desperate for something real — send this to her. 
If you have been praying for a community of women who actually want to go deeper — this is what I am building.

I am not here to manage a platform, be a “boss babe” or generate more noise or fluff.. I am here because I made a promise, because a night in October woke something in me that will not go back to sleep, and because I believe — with everything in me— that the women who are reading this are here not by accident.

The world needs more mothers who are awake, rooted, and on mission.

Let’s be those women. Together.

With all joy,

— Meg

A portion of all proceeds from these courses and coaching programs will be directed to support the work of Faith Comes By Hearing.

Faith Comes By Hearing is committed to ensuring that every person, in every nation, has the opportunity to hear the Word of God in their own language. Through audio Bibles and global partnerships, they are actively working to reach those who cannot access Scripture through reading, bringing the truth of God’s Word to the ends of the earth.

It is a deep privilege to align this work with theirs—so that as we build what matters within our homes, we are also participating in the greater work of making the Word of God known among every tribe, tongue, and nation.

To watch the video we saw at the gala click here