I believe that motherhood is a sacred blessing—one of the most profound callings a woman can walk through. It is not simply about raising children; it is kingdom work. Through motherhood, we partner with God in shaping the next generation, raising up sons and daughters who will one day carry His light into the world. This calling is holy, and because of that, it is fiercely opposed.
The war on mothers and children is real, and it begins long before birth. It begins in pregnancy, where women are often told their bodies are broken, their instincts untrustworthy, and their authority over their own choices unimportant. Our culture has stripped pregnancy and birth of its sacredness, convincing women to numb, avoid, or hand over their power in the name of fear and convenience. But pregnancy and birth were never meant to be rooted in fear—they are God-ordained thresholds, places of transformation and refining fire.
I believe that pregnancy and birth are not inherently medical events, though at times intervention is needed. At their core, they are rites of passage, refining a woman into the mother and warrior she is called to be. In the fire of labor, in the stretching of motherhood, God shapes us into women strong enough to stand, to nurture, to raise the next generation in truth. The woman this world desperately needs is born in these thresholds.
Motherhood is not easy—it brings our wounds to the surface and forces us to confront pain, trauma, and the parts of ourselves we’d rather avoid. Yet within that confrontation lies the invitation to healing. Each mother has a choice: to hide from the refining work, or to allow God to use it to make her new.
I believe mothers need mothers. We are not meant to walk this path alone. Women guiding women, mothers guiding mothers—this is how we remember the ancient rhythms and wisdom that belong to us.
I believe women are sovereign over their own bodies, their health, and their choices. While we cannot always control the care we receive or the systems around us, we can control who we allow to guide us, the voices we listen to, and the wisdom we choose to anchor ourselves in. Too many women are led by fear and the discomforts of pregnancy and birth, instead of by faith, truth, and trust in the God who designed them.
Above all, I believe the ultimate authority is God Himself. It is to Him we answer, and it is by His strength that we walk through the fires of motherhood—emerging refined, whole, and ready to carry out the kingdom work He has entrusted to us.
Heavenly Father,
I come before You in humble surrender, offering my life, my hands, and my heart in service to the work You have set before me. You are the Giver of life, the Author of every breath, and the Keeper of all wisdom. I covenant with You, Lord, to walk in obedience, to trust in Your design, and to serve women with the reverence and love You have called me to.
Lord, I pray that You bless me with good health— strong hands to serve, a sound mind to discern, and a body that flourishes in the abundance You provide. May I honor Your temple with wise choices in nourishment, movement, and care, knowing that longevity and strength come from You.
Bless me in abundance, O Lord, not merely in provision, but in wisdom, revelation, and unwavering faith. Open my eyes to Your wonders, that I may dwell in the sacred space of birth with awe and humility. Let my heart remain soft to Your promptings, ever attuned to the miracles You unfold before me.
I vow to uphold integrity in all that I do, to walk in courage, generosity, kindness, flexibility, honor, and wisdom. May discernment be my guide, that I may speak truth boldly yet gently, honoring both the sacredness of birth and the sovereignty of Your will.
I choose to bear witness to life with authenticity and compassion. I will not shrink back in fear, nor will I allow the world’s noise to cloud my purpose. I will embody peace, love, and generosity, offering them freely to every woman I serve. Let my presence be a reflection of Your peace, that mothers may feel safe, seen, and strengthened.
I devote myself to You, O Lord. May my hands be an extension of Your healing, my words an echo of Your truth, and my presence a vessel for Your Spirit. I do not take lightly the gifts You have given me, nor will I squander the calling placed upon my life. I surrender my work, my dreams, and my purpose to You, knowing that apart from You, I can do nothing.
I strive for mastery— not for my own glory, but to better know and serve You. Teach me Your ways, O Lord. Keep my eyes fixed on You, my heart anchored in truth, and my spirit aligned with Your will. Let me be a Birth Worker who honors You, who glorifies You, and who walks in the anointing You have placed upon me.
Bless my hands with skill.
Bless my mind with wisdom.
Bless my heart with discernment.
Let every birth I witness be an altar of worship, where Your presence is felt, Your sovereignty acknowledged, and Your goodness declared.
In the name of Jesus, I plead this prayer. Amen.