Tag: Women of Faith

Anxious Thoughts, Anchored in Christian Faith

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Tonight, Friday, I had one of those conversations that lingers long after the words have left the air. You know the kind — where someone says something so casually, but it hits a deep nerve because you know there’s truth behind it, even if it’s not the truth that should lead.

My friend looked at me and said, “Sometimes you just can’t help it. Worry is just… part of life.”

And I get it. I do. I’ve been there. I am there.

Bills. Future. Relationships. Health. The “what ifs” that creep in when you’re brushing your teeth or folding laundry. It feels almost irresponsible not to worry sometimes, doesn’t it? Like worry is our way of preparing or protecting ourselves. Like if we don’t think through every possible bad scenario, we’re being naive.

But here’s the problem. That mindset doesn’t align with what God says. At all.

“Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything: tell God your needs and don’t forget to thank Him for His answers.” — Philippians 4:6 (TLB)

That’s literally a command. Don’t worry. Not about some things. Not about most things. About anything.

I wanted to tell my friend right then and there — with love but also firmness — “Sis, that’s a lie straight from the pit. Worry might feel natural, but that doesn’t mean it’s right. And it sure doesn’t mean it’s godly.”

Because here’s the thing: God doesn’t give us a standard without a solution. He’s not cold or distant. He doesn’t just throw “Don’t worry” at us and leave us alone with our anxious minds. He gives us a whole formula.

Let me break it down again for myself — because girl, I need this tattooed on my heart:

Step 1: Pray about everything.
If it matters to me, it matters to Him. Whether it’s the results of a biopsy or just the fact that I’m scared I’ll be single forever… He cares. So I have to open my mouth and speak. Not stress in silence. PRAY.

Step 2: Tell God your needs.
Don’t just beg. Be honest. Be specific. It’s okay to say, “Lord, I need clarity. I need strength. I need provision. I need peace.” This is not a burden to Him. This is relationship.

Step 3: Thank Him for His answers.
This one is the hardest when anxiety clouds my view. But God calls me to thank Him before I see the result. To say “Thank You” while the bank account is still low, while the test results are still pending, while the future is still blurry. That’s faith. That’s surrender.

And THEN… comes the promise. And this part blows my mind every time I read it.

“If you do this you will experience God’s peace, which is far more wonderful than the human mind can understand. His peace will keep your thoughts and your hearts quiet and at rest as you trust in Christ Jesus.” — Philippians 4:7 (TLB)

God’s peace isn’t logical. It’s not based on the situation improving. It’s based on HIM.

I’ve tasted that peace before — in moments when everything around me screamed panic, and yet inside, I was still. Not because I had it all figured out, but because I knew He did.

Tonight, I’m choosing that peace again.

I’m laying my anxious thoughts before God. The ones about where I’ll be next year. The ones about whether my life is measuring up to some invisible Christian-woman standard. The ones about how people perceive me — if they think I’m “too much,” too serious, too spiritual, too opinionated. I give it all to the One who made me and already knows how my story ends.

Father God,
You said not to worry. And I confess that I do. I’ve let anxiety become my default setting, and I’ve excused it as just being “realistic.” But You’ve called me to something higher — to trust, to pray, to thank You even when the answer hasn’t arrived yet.

So I bring it all to You. Every fear. Every need. Every unknown. You are my anchor, and You are steady. I believe that as I trust You, You are already working behind the scenes.

Teach me to trust more and fear less. Let Your peace, the peace that confuses the world, flood my mind and heart tonight. Quiet every racing thought. Speak louder than my fears.

In Jesus’ Name,
Amen.

It still amazes me,how countercultural this gospel is. The world says, “Worry is normal. Anxiety is part of life.” But God says, “Not for My child.”

And while I still feel things deeply — I’m a feeler through and through — I no longer let my emotions rule me. I choose faith. I choose obedience. Even when it’s hard. Especially when it’s hard.

I’m not passive about this anymore. I’m not soft about worry. I fight it. I confront it. Not just for me, but for every sister watching me walk this journey.

Because if God says peace is possible, I’m going to live like it’s true.

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Sacred Heartbeats: Lifting the Unborn in Prayer

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Tonight my prayers felt heavier than usual — not for myself, not for things I need or long for, but for those who haven’t yet had a voice. The unborn. The hidden. The fragile lives forming in silence while the world spins on, mostly unaware.

I sat with my Bible open on my lap, candles lit, just listening. The ache in my heart grew still and sharp — that kind of quiet pain that feels almost holy. I knew I needed to bring this burden to God. Not in anger, not in despair, but in prayer.

“For You created my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother’s womb.” (Psalm 139:13)

That verse always pulls something deep from me. The way David writes it — knit me together — reminds me that every child, no matter how small, is not an accident. Not a clump of cells. Not a mistake. A soul. A story. A being fully known by God before ever being known by the world.

So I started praying.

I prayed for the babies — those quietly growing, week by week, their hearts beating faster than anyone hears, their fingers forming, their spirits already alive to the One who made them. I prayed that they would be protected. That somehow, someway, their lives would be preserved. I asked God to send angels to guard them, to soften hearts, to change decisions before it’s too late.

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart.” (Jeremiah 1:5)

That verse keeps coming back to me. Every time I think about the unborn, I remember: God knows them. Not in theory. In spirit. In fullness. That truth is too powerful to ignore. They may be unseen by most of the world, but they are known deeply by their Creator.

Next, I prayed for the mothers — especially the ones who are scared. The ones who feel alone or unprepared. The women being pressured or shamed or lied to. I can’t imagine the weight of that moment, standing between fear and life. But I know God sees them. And I believe He aches with them.

“God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.” (Psalm 46:1)

I prayed that these women would feel His presence in the stillness. That they would hear His voice whispering, “You can do this. I will be with you.” That people would come around them — real people, with compassion and courage — to support them in love, not just opinions.

I also prayed for women who have already had abortions. This is always the hardest part for me to write or talk about, because it’s so delicate. I don’t want to speak over their pain or minimize their stories. I just know that God’s mercy runs deeper than our deepest regrets. That His grace is for every woman — including the ones who feel like they can never be forgiven.

“If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just and will forgive us… and purify us from all unrighteousness.” (1 John 1:9)

Forgiveness isn’t a theory to me. It’s the whole reason I’m still standing. I prayed that women who carry guilt would meet Jesus as He truly is — gentle, strong, full of compassion. I prayed that they would feel His arms around them, not His finger pointing at them. I asked God to pour healing into their wounds, and to help the Church reflect His heart better — with grace, not shame.

Then I prayed for the people in power — leaders, lawmakers, counselors, doctors. That they would see the unborn as God sees them. That their decisions would be shaped by truth, not pressure. That they would remember the weight of every life and feel conviction where needed.

And lastly, I prayed for myself.

That I would not let my heart grow numb in a world that’s constantly desensitizing us to death and dehumanization. That I would never turn away just because it’s easier. That I would love both the unborn and the born — the child and the mother. That my words would be filled with truth, but seasoned with grace.

“Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves… defend the rights of the poor and needy.” (Proverbs 31:8–9)

I may not be able to do everything. But I can pray. I can give. I can support women who choose life. I can listen. I can love. And when the time is right, I can speak.

Sometimes I wonder what I’ll do if this belief costs me friendships. Or silence in a room where everyone assumes I think the way they do. But then I remember — Jesus didn’t call us to comfort. He called us to truth. And love. Always love.

There’s so much I don’t understand about this world. About why so many babies don’t get a chance. About why so many women feel they have no other option. But I trust the One who sees the full picture. I trust the One who holds every life — seen and unseen — in His hands.

So I’ll keep praying. Even when no one sees. Even when it hurts. Even when the answers don’t come in the way I hope.

Because I believe it matters.

And I believe they matter — every single one.

A Mother’s Faith: Honoring Her Heart with God’s Promises and Blessings

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A mother’s faith is one of the most powerful, enduring forces on earth. It is often quiet, steadfast, and poured out in daily acts of love, prayer, and sacrifice. God has entrusted mothers with a sacred role—one not only of nurturing and guidance but also of spiritual leadership. In honoring a mother’s heart, we honor a vessel through which God’s promises are often spoken, lived, and passed down through generations.

The Foundation of a Mother’s Faith

A mother’s faith is often built not in grand moments, but in the small, faithful choices of each day: the whispered prayers over a sleeping child, the Scripture spoken at the breakfast table, the grace extended in moments of exhaustion and frustration. This kind of faith mirrors the love of Christ—patient, sacrificial, and unwavering.

Proverbs 31:25–28 beautifully describes a godly woman:
“She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come. She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue… Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her.”

In every season of motherhood—whether expecting a child, raising young ones, or watching grown children walk their own paths—God is faithful. He walks with mothers in moments of joy and in nights of sorrow. The same God who entrusted Mary to bear and raise the Savior of the world also strengthens every mother today.

The Blessings of God for Mothers

God’s Word is filled with promises that sustain and bless the hearts of mothers. Isaiah 40:11 offers this tender picture of His care:
“He tends His flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in His arms and carries them close to His heart; He gently leads those that have young.”

This verse reminds us that God is not only watching over children—He is intimately guiding mothers as well. He knows the weight they carry, the burdens they bear, and the prayers they whisper in secret.

Psalm 127:3 declares:
“Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from Him.”
This blessing is a reminder that motherhood is not a burden, but a divine calling and gift. Though the journey is not without difficulty, it is filled with opportunities to witness God’s hand at work.

A Mother’s Influence: Generational Faithfulness

The Bible gives us beautiful examples of faithful mothers whose devotion shaped history. Consider Hannah, who prayed fervently for a child and then surrendered him back to God’s service (1 Samuel 1). Her faith bore fruit in Samuel, one of Israel’s greatest prophets.

Think of Lois and Eunice, the grandmother and mother of Timothy, who passed on a sincere faith to him. Paul writes in 2 Timothy 1:5:
“I am reminded of your sincere faith, which first lived in your grandmother Lois and in your mother Eunice and, I am persuaded, now lives in you also.”

A mother’s faith often becomes the seed of faith in her children. Even when children stray or wrestle with doubt, the foundation laid by a praying mother is not in vain.

Honoring Mothers as God Does

To honor a mother’s faith is to acknowledge the sacred labor she performs—often unseen but never unnoticed by God. On this path, encouragement and gratitude are lifelines. It is both biblical and beautiful to give thanks for mothers.

Exodus 20:12 commands us:
“Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the Lord your God is giving you.”

When we honor mothers, we reflect God’s heart. Whether through words of appreciation, acts of service, or simply taking time to listen, we bring light and strength to their hearts.

A Prayer for Mothers

Let us offer a prayer of blessing and strength over all mothers today:

Heavenly Father,
Thank You for the gift of mothers—for their wisdom, their tenderness, and their unwavering love. You have called them to a high and holy purpose, and we ask that You surround them with Your peace and strength.

Lord, for the mothers who are weary, renew their spirits. For those who are grieving, comfort their hearts. For those who are rejoicing, bless their joy abundantly. Let them feel the power of Your presence and the assurance of Your promises.

Help every mother to know that her labor is not in vain, that her prayers are powerful, and that You are near in every moment. May her faith continue to shine as a light in her home and beyond.

In Jesus’ name,
Amen.

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Encouragement for Every Season

Whether a mother is rocking a newborn, guiding a teen, praying for an estranged child, or celebrating grandchildren, her role is eternally significant. God honors every stage and provides grace for each day.

Galatians 6:9 encourages us with this truth:
“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.”

To every mother: God sees you. He walks beside you. Your faith matters. Your prayers rise like incense before the throne of grace. And in every quiet sacrifice, He is present.

Closing Thought

A mother’s faith is a living testimony of God’s love on earth. Her heart, though sometimes stretched and worn, is deeply cherished by the One who created it. As we reflect on her journey, may we honor her not only with words but with lives that echo her faithfulness.

Let us hold tight to this promise from Proverbs 31:30:
“Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.”

Today, and every day, may we rise up and call her blessed.

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