Arise mother

Judges 5:7 — “The inhabitants of the villages ceased, they ceased in Israel, until that I Deborah arose, that I arose a mother in Israel.”

Deborah arose—a mother in Israel.

Not merely to her own sons and daughters,

But to a weary nation groaning beneath oppression, A people fractured by fear and faltering in faith.

She did not birth them all,

Yet she bore them in her spirit,

Carried them in intercession,

Nurtured them with the truth.

She arose—not with sword or shield,

But with the steady fire of obedience,

With the clarity of a voice tuned to heaven,

And the courage to speak when others stayed silent. She judged beneath the palm tree,

But it was more than rulings she gave—

She gave covering, she gave counsel,

She gave the kind of love that corrects,

The kind that calls forth courage from cowardice.

Deborah was a mother because she said yes

When others stayed hidden in their homes.

She sang when the silence was thick with despair. She led when the land was leaderless.

Her worship shook the dust off dormant destinies. Her wisdom gathered tribes like children to her side.

She was not soft, but she was tender.

She was not loud, but she was thunder.

Her motherhood was not confined to the cradle—It was carved into the soul of a people

Who needed someone to believe again.

To mother like Deborah is to rise when it costs you. To hold space for the broken,

To call forth the brave,

To wage war with worship,

And to carry the weight of a calling

That cries out from beyond yourself.

Oh woman of God,

You too are called to rise.

Maybe your children are not your own.

Maybe the ones you mother will never know your name.

But still—rise.

With wisdom. With worship. With unwavering yes. For in a world gasping for guidance,

The Spirit still whispers,

“Arise, a mother in Israel.”

Happy Mother’s Day, to the ones who arise a mother where they are.

To the ones who are raising disciples.

To the ones who carry their children in their heart, and not their arms.

To the ones begging God for a little one to nurture for his glory.

To the ones who stepped up, and filled the void where someone else’s mother should’ve stood.

May we arise, mothers where we are.