Heather Cherrington Coaching

Heather Cherrington Coaching Your agency was never meant for the shoulds. The cage is real. Certified, Applied Depth Institute. Mom of 6 in southern Idaho.

But the key has been in your hand the entire time.

12 years of private coaching for women of faith.

Things have been challenging and hard. In the dealership, in my coaching, in motherhood, in life... trying to balance it...
09/23/2026

Things have been challenging and hard. In the dealership, in my coaching, in motherhood, in life... trying to balance it all. And my brain has been creating this stress and this worry. It raises my cortisol, and honestly... it makes my days suck. I've had down days where finding joy wasn't something I was even looking for.

I wasn't choosing any of it. I was reacting. My brain handed me the hard things, and I lived in them.

Just recently, I've chosen to work on my brain. When it gives me all this worry and stress, I'm rejecting that. I'm choosing to free myself of it. I'm letting things be, trusting in the journey and my God, and freeing my agency, and it's changing my days.

I can worry all the time, and nothing will change except how I feel. Or I can choose to love where I am and embrace the journey. And where I am right now is working side by side with my best friend at the dealership, while also building my coaching practice in my moments there with him. The same place that's been so hard is where I get to see him all the time, which is new for us. For most of our marriage, we hardly ever saw each other because he worked all the time.

I'm choosing joy, fun, and trust. Not worry. Every day.

Why have I waited so long?

You don't have to live in whatever your brain hands you. You get to choose. Send this to the friend who needs to hear that today.

09/15/2026

These are the beliefs that live at my core.

Wanting more, or something different, has been present in every woman I have ever worked with. They tell me they feel ungrateful...selfish, even, for wanting more than what they have already been given. They come believing that their longing is the thing that needs fixing, so they spend years trying to want less instead of asking why they feel that longing in the first place. While their longing was never the problem...their years of buried shame were.

Rest is the one I get the most pushback on, because rest as a reward runs so deep in most of us women that taking it before the work is finished feels like cheating...and the work is never finished, so it never happens. I watch women wait for permission that is not coming.

And then there are the outside voices. Once she starts noticing how many she has been consulting, and how much of that advice was good and wise and still completely wrong for her, she starts hearing her own again. That is usually when things start moving.

There is one more that didn't make it into the video, so I will put it here: coaching is not therapy. If you are carrying trauma that needs clinical care, you deserve a licensed therapist, and I will tell you that honestly, every single time.

Which one of these beliefs lives within you?

If this spoke to you, if you have been there, exhausted in your soul, doing everything and still feeling like it wasn't ...
08/26/2026

If this spoke to you, if you have been there, exhausted in your soul, doing everything and still feeling like it wasn't enough, then this talk is for you.

A friend sent it to me this morning, right after I walked out of the temple. I sat in my car and listened to it right then.

I wish I'd had it back in my own season of the should list, back when I thought peace was something I had to earn by finishing. I didn't have it then, but I'm so grateful to have it now, as a reminder of what was always true.

If you are in the middle of that same realization today, let it give you the peace and rest it gave me.

"Peace and Rest, Even Now" by Elder Patrick Kearon. Link in bio.

speeches.byu.edu/talks/patrick-kearon/peace-and-rest-even-now/

I felt caged without knowing that was what I was feeling. Then I watched someone prove the cage wasn't real, just by liv...
08/26/2026

I felt caged without knowing that was what I was feeling. Then I watched someone prove the cage wasn't real, just by living outside it.

Two women changed my life without ever knowing it: a teacher in high school, a coach years later. Neither one told me what to do. They just lived the proof I was searching for, that another way existed.

So I chose on purpose instead of by default. College. Career. Marriage. Motherhood, on my own timeline.

Years later, a coach helped me answer the call in the way I was actually meant to answer it, not the way the world expected.

This is the work the Lord has called me to do. Not to hand women a script to live by, but to help them find the moment they realize they never needed one. To claim their freedom and live THEIR life, not the one they've been told they should live.

I will forever be grateful my life was changed for the better because these two women helped me claim my freedom and use my agency. You can have this too.

If you're waiting to see it before you believe it's allowed, this is me, standing in the doorway.

We just got home this afternoon. My son has been in the hospital since I last posted, and I do not have an easy way to d...
08/11/2026

We just got home this afternoon. My son has been in the hospital since I last posted, and I do not have an easy way to describe the days in between. I am running on caffeine and prayers, and some days there was not enough of either to go around. Sleep has been hard to come by, and the stress has been more than I know how to put into words.

My parents showed up with a meal and gave their time. My mother-in-law packed a bag and stayed the whole weekend so the house kept running while I sat in a hospital room. Two women from my ward brought meals. So many people texted just to check on him, and three of them have already shown up with something for him since we walked in the door. We kept the store by appointment only over the weekend so we could be where we needed to be. Because people showed up for us, I was able to show up for myself, in whatever small way I could find, so I could stay steady for him.

I keep coming back to this. I do not have to be an island. I was never meant to carry this alone, mothering the one who was in that hospital bed and the ones still at home, and somehow still standing upright. God did not ask me to do any of it by myself. He put people in my life who showed up exactly when I needed them, and letting them in has been its own kind of grace.

The hard becomes holy when you stop pretending you can do it without help.

If you are in a hard season right now, what would it look like to let yourself be taken care of instead of carrying it alone?

My girl turned sixteen today, and I spent part of it at the dealership. She thinks that is both hilarious and mildly out...
08/07/2026

My girl turned sixteen today, and I spent part of it at the dealership. She thinks that is both hilarious and mildly outrageous. Honestly, so do I.

Summer is almost over, and I can feel it the way you feel a room start to empty before the last guest actually leaves. This one held a dealership opening, our 21st wedding anniversary, kayaking with the kids, sick kids back to back, and a temple morning I needed more than I knew, and now a daughter turning sixteen. It did not look like the summer I planned in May. It looked fuller and harder and more alive than anything I could have planned, all at once, which I am learning is usually how real life actually shows up.

Somewhere in the middle was the dealership, which is my husband's dream, and I have shown up for it fully. And underneath all this living, a quieter place, was coaching, which is mine. It is the thing I think about in the quiet minutes, the thing I built with my own hands before this summer asked me to set it down for a season. Carrying his dream did not erase mine. It just meant mine waited its turn, still true the whole time, still where my heart actually lives.

I used to think a good summer meant holding it all without anyone noticing the seams. I do not believe that anymore. What actually matters is not whether I had it together through the anniversary and the kayaking and the sick days and the opening. It is whether I stayed myself while I carried it, present for a sixteenth birthday with dealership plates still on my mind, and the work God planted within me still quietly waiting its turn.

Then culture taught me that holding it together was required, that holding every plate without a crack showing was what strength looked like. Being sovereign anyway is not that. It is not arranging a season so nothing hard happens in it. It is staying fully yourself, fully living, right in the middle of everything you did not plan for, instead of waiting for calmer circumstances to give yourself permission to show up as her, or to come back to what you built for her.

Sixteen years of my girl. However today actually goes, that part is not lost on me.

I told you I was back, and then I disappeared again.Opening weekend at the dealership took everything I had, and right i...
08/06/2026

I told you I was back, and then I disappeared again.

Opening weekend at the dealership took everything I had, and right in the middle of it my kids got sick, one after another, the way it always seems to happen when there is no room left to give. My house has dishes in the sink and laundry on the stairs, and some mornings this week it has felt like more than my house was falling apart.

So, today my husband and I went to the temple.

I did not go in looking for an answer to how I hold the dealership, my business, motherhood, wifehood, and my calling all at once, because I do not think that question gets answered in one sitting. I went in wanting to feel something besides behind, and God gave it to me. That quiet settled into me the way it only does in that building, and for two blissful hours I was not carrying anything. I was simply there.

On the way home we picked up a car for the dealership, and I noticed something. His dream did not undo the peace I had just been given. It came right alongside it. I am learning that I do not have to choose between being fully in his dream and fully in mine, that I can hold both at once and let each one breathe life into the other instead of competing for the air.

That is the part I want to remember more than the hard week. Not that I got through it, but that I was given peace in the middle of it, and that peace taught me something about how I actually want to hold all of this going forward.

What have you been treating like a competition for air, that might actually be able to breathe alongside everything else?

Three weeks ago, I told you the building wasn't my dream, and it still isn't.But I showed up for it and him, anyway. Eve...
07/29/2026

Three weeks ago, I told you the building wasn't my dream, and it still isn't.

But I showed up for it and him, anyway. Every day, for three weeks straight, even when I had nothing left to give to my own work.

This isn't a contradiction within me. Showing up for someone else's dream while your own sits untouched doesn't erase your calling. It does, however, test whether you actually believe you're allowed to hold both.

I didn't disappear because I stopped caring about this. I disappeared because I chose to carry what was actually in front of me, and I refused to pretend to have it together while I did.

Being sovereign anyway, despite the cultural “should” of being perfect while doing it all, doesn't mean you never set something down. It means trusting Him with the timing of when you pick it back up.

I'm back and ready to keep going. Are you with me?

If you are new here, welcome. My name is Heather Cherrington. I'm a wife. A mother. A certified coach for women of faith...
07/09/2026

If you are new here, welcome. My name is Heather Cherrington. I'm a wife. A mother. A certified coach for women of faith. An active member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. And I'm a woman who spent years pouring herself into every role except the one God gave her agency to become, herself.

This account is for women who are faithful and devoted and still quietly restless. Women who have spent years measuring themselves against a version of good that was never actually God's. Women now asking themselves one honest question: whose voice have I been listening to, His, or someone else's?

Here you can expect real moments from my life, not a highlight reel. Honest reflections on faith and the quiet negotiations of everyday womanhood. Coaching insight drawn from my own journey and the women I walk alongside. And a standing invitation to keep asking whose voice you're following.

This is for women who have decided, no more. No more shrinking to fit a shape someone else handed her. No more calling exhaustion holiness just because it's familiar. No more waiting for a version of herself that culture will finally call good enough.

If you read that and thought, "that's me," you already know why you're here. You're not just in the right place. You're ready.

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I finished this in the middle of one of the busiest, most stretched weeks I've had all summer. Five days straight cleani...
07/09/2026

I finished this in the middle of one of the busiest, most stretched weeks I've had all summer.

Five days straight cleaning up someone else's mess in a building that isn't even mine, so my husband's business finally has a place to open.

My own work waiting on the back burner again, the way it so often does this time of year, but this one thing couldn't wait.

Set It Down is a guided workbook I built for exactly the kind of week I'm living right now. The kind where you're carrying more than you meant to and nobody handed you permission to put any of it down. This is your permission.

I created room to write this anyway, five minutes at a time, because some things matter enough to finish even when there's no good time to finish them. And once God places something on your heart, you listen. So, it's here and it's ready.

If you too are carrying something that hasn't had room to be set down yet, this is for you.

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