A Sacred Letter for Every Mother
My Dear Sisters,
Today, I want to pause and honor something that is far more than a title. It’s a mantle.
A divine appointment.
A sacred calling.
Mother.
This word may sound simple, but in Heaven’s language, it roars with power.
And I pray this letter finds its way into your heart like a balm, soothing the weary places, awakening the dry places, and affirming the sacred ones.
Let’s go deeper, together…
The Hebrew word for mother is אֵם (‘em).
And within this word is a revelation we often forget in the chaos of motherhood.
Aleph (א) – strength, first, leader.
Mem (ם) – water, life, flow, travail.
Together?
The strong one who brings life.
The one who brings order to chaos.
That’s you, sis.
Not just someone who cooks meals, wipes tears, and folds laundry.
You are the pillar of identity.
The nurturer of nations.
The intercessor who shifts the atmosphere.
You don’t just carry children in your womb, you carry them in prayer.
And you don’t just give life, you guard it.
Let me say this boldly:
You are not “just a mom.”
You are Heaven’s blueprint for legacy.
And when King Lemuel penned the words of Proverbs 31, he was echoing the voice of his mother.
Yes, sis.
A mother’s wisdom can shape a king.
A mother’s teaching can form a throne.
And your name may never be in the headlines…
But you’re building something eternal, every time you whisper prayers over your children, every time you correct in love, every time you hold space for joy in the middle of grief.
You are the akeret ha-bayit, the foundation of the home.
In Jewish tradition, this isn’t just cultural, it’s spiritual.
You determine the spiritual temperature.
You carry the Word of God in your heart before it ever reaches your child’s ears.
You are the first prophet they will ever hear.
The first reflection of God they will ever see.
And that’s no small thing.
So if today you feel tired, unseen, or like you’re not doing enough,
I need you to hear this loud in the Spirit:
God sees you.
Heaven esteems you.
You are anointed, not just assigned.
You are strategic, not secondary.
You are the gatekeeper.
You are the mouthpiece.
You are the vessel that breathes life into dry places.
And even in your silent tears, your unseen labors, your quiet sacrifices
God counts it all.
He bottles every tear.
He honors every prayer.
Sister, you are not forgotten.
You are not just surviving, you are seated in heavenly places, even while folding socks or wiping down high chairs.
You are a voice of wisdom.
A builder of legacy.
A walking covenant.
And when you speak, the heavens take notice.
So today, let your crown rest boldly on your head.
You’re not just “Mom.”
You’re a mantle-bearer.
You are a Mother.
And that, beloved, is a holy thing.
With love,
Your Sister in Grace
Sherita Jones
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