Lifted or Dropped:

Lifted or Dropped: 

“A Call for Spiritual Mothers in the Church”

Scripture: 2 Samuel 4:4; 2 Samuel 9:1–7 Jonathan, Saul's son, had a son who was Lame in his feet. He was five years old when he news about Saul and Jonathan came from Jezreel' and his nurse took him up and fled and it happened, as she made haste to flee, that he fell and because lame, his name was Mephibosheth. Now David said, "Is there still anyone who is left of the house of Saul, Thant I may show him darkness for Jonathan's sake? 🕮

When I first came to Christ, I was hungry for God—but I was hungry alone. I did not have a spiritual woman to pray for me, to walk with me, or to lift me when my faith felt fragile. I loved God, yet I often felt like I was learning how to stand while already wounded. My hunger for God was undeniable—but so was my isolation. My testimony is real, and it is not polished. I was not embraced; I was ignored. I was met with silence. I was overlooked by women who were supposed to lead, guide, and cover me spiritually—and that silence became humiliating.

I was a new believer, yet God was already speaking to me through prophetic dreams and spiritual gifts I did not understand and did not know how to manage. I needed instruction. I needed discernment. I needed  a spiritual mother. Instead, I was left to navigate holy encounters alone while facing walls built by fear, jealousy, or unresolved wounds in others. That is what many women experience in the church today. Not everyone who wounds us does so by words. 

Some were wounded by absence. Some were wounded by silence. Some wound by refusing to see what God is doing in someone else. I made so many mistakes for not having a role as a leader pastor. It’s crucial to have a mentor. We all need mentors in our life. 

A mentor is more than a teacher; they are a living example of faith in action. Through guidance, correction, prayer, and encouragement, my mentor pastor helped shape my character, sharpen my calling, and strengthen my discipline in ministry.

The ministry is not built overnight. Just as a farmer patiently plants seeds and waits for growth, a pastor must faithfully sow the Word of God, love, prayer, and service—even when results are not immediately visible. My mentor taught me that consistency in sowing produces fruit in God’s perfect timing.

As a woman pastor, this discipline has been especially important. There are seasons of testing, moments of doubt, and times when obedience requires quiet strength. Through mentorship, I learned to remain rooted in humility, submission to God, and trust in His calling on my life. I learned that sowing faithfully—whether into people, the church, or my own spiritual growth—will always bring a harvest when done in faith.

Mentorship has also taught me accountability. A mentor pastor provides wisdom, correction, and support, helping me stay aligned with God’s purpose. This guidance has empowered me to walk confidently in my calling as a woman pastor, knowing that God equips those He calls. I want my daughter to be able to have a mentor too. Later, in years God brought me a mentor who is more than a mentor to my family. I needed a spiritual mother; I cried many times asking God to send me help. Today, I continue to plant and sow with patience, discipline, and faith, trusting that God will bring increase. My journey as a woman pastor is a testimony that mentorship, obedience, and faithful sowing prepare us for lasting impact in ministry. Scripture introduces us to Mephibosheth, a child whose life was altered in a moment. When his father died, the nurse who was carrying him dropped him, and he became lame in both feet. The tragedy was not only the loss of his father, but the fall that followed (2 Samuel 4:4). He survived—but he survived broken. If you were dropped by any leader; this is not your fault. Be the change you want for your sons and daughters.

Many women come into the church like Mephibosheth. They are alive in Christ, yet carrying wounds from being dropped—by people they trusted, by leaders who were absent, or by women who were too hurt themselves to help. Some were never intentionally harmed; they were simply not held with care. As pastors and mature women in the faith, we must ask ourselves: Are we lifting—or are we dropping the next generation? God later restores Mephibosheth through King David, who calls him to the table and reminds him of his identity and inheritance (2 Samuel 9). What Mephibosheth could not fix on his own, grace was repaired through relationship. Healing came when someone intentionally reached for him. Today, many say it is hard to trust women in the church—and often that pain is real. But mistrust is not healed by distance; it is healed by godly models. The answer is not fewer spiritual mothers, but healthier ones. New believers—especially women—are coming into the church gifted, sensitive to the Spirit, hungry for God, yet unsupported. They are being told to “wait” without being taught how. They are being seen as threats instead of daughters. And many are quietly becoming spiritually crippled—not because God failed them, but because those assigned to carry them did not know how, or chose not to. As pastors and seasoned women of faith, this is a holy warning. We are not called to compete with the next generation—we are called to cover them. We are not called to test their worthiness—we are called to disciple them. We are not called to silence the gifts—we are called to help steward them. We are not called to repeat their mistakes. We are not called to hurt back; instead pray, forgive and blessed. Yes, trust has been broken. Yes, walls exist. But the answer is not distance—it is repentant leadership and courageous mentorship. The next generation does not need flawless women; they need available, humble, prayerful ones. May we never be the reason a woman limps when she is meant to walk boldly. May we be women who lift carefully, speak truth lovingly, and guard what God entrusts to us. And may no woman have to say again, “I cried out, and no one came.”

Titus 2 calls older women to teach, encourage, and guide the younger. Not perfectly—but faithfully. Not from a place of superiority—but from humility and prayer. The next generation of women does not need perfection. They need presence. They need women who will pray when they are weak, speak truth when they are confused, and lift them carefully when their faith is still forming. May we be the women who carry others well. May we be trusted not because we are flawless, but because we are faithful. And may no woman say again, “I came to Christ alone,” when God has called us to walk together. In Butterfly by Grace I want you to know that you are not alone! Raise your voice. Be the change! Let’s help the new young women find their true identity in Jesus Christ! We are better together! We need each other! "Let’s be the church again". "Let’s turn to Jesus for help and make Jesus proud". "Please help me make the church a safe place again for broken women to be restored and not push or bully". "Help me spread this message of faith". 2026 I pray that we break the curse of not being the role model that Jesus was". "In the name of Jesus I bind every spirit of lies manipulation and division every spirit of jealousy between leaders, spirit of controlling and spirit of spiritual blindness must come down. I command you to go to the pit".

Prayer: Lord, heal the places where we have been dropped. Shape us into women who lift, nurture, and guide others with Your heart. Teach us to be spiritual mothers who reflect Your grace In the name of Jesus Amen. 💛