WOMAN power.

Dearest pinnacle woman,

You do not know the amount of blessing that you have brought to my life. Thank you for wanting more for me. Thank you for blessing my mom with the opportunity to be a parent. Thank you for making what I can only imagine to be the hardest decision. Thank you for being an example of bravery and love.

You are a phenomenal woman. A woman, who I can only imagine has the greatest of hearts.  A woman of God that must have a heart on fire similar to my own. My soul knows you because my soul knows God. Only a woman could do something so honorable and selfless as to give up her own flesh to another who wanted nothing more than to love me. You blessed my life with the first example of Godly love. Thank you for putting my life in God’s hands.

God blessed my life firstly with you.

Thank you for endowing me a life filled with fort-building, climbing trees, laughter … birthday parties, soccer games, water skiing, choir and band concerts, swim meets, pets, camping trips, learning to drive, going on my first date, going to my first college party, getting my nose pierced, traveling the world…

Thank you for delivering me to spectacular parents that love me and nourished me to be a free- thinking, confident, God- fearing resilient misfit of a woman.

Birth-mother, thank you for life. I am trying my best to bless others with it just as you were first to bring God’s blessing to me.

Peace,  Love and Fire,


This is the letter I wish I sent to my Birth mother. But perhaps even more than that its a reflection of the weird and wonderful ways that God has blessed my life through Maternal influences. Being adopted, I always felt a radical amount of love from my mom. She isn’t my biological mom but she is in every sense my MOM. I used to walk around as a small child telling the other little kids that my mom “chose” me. (Humble, I know.)

But my mom is spectacular, fabulous, awesome, intelligent, loving, compassionate, beautiful, wonderful, fantastic…. She expressed the deepest and wildest kind of love, I have ever known. I have come to three conclusions about her ability to do this… either A) I must be incredibly easy to love. B) Mom’s have super powers and not just the “i know when you are lying”, “didn’t put your clothes away”, and “Could have studied better for exams” kind of powers that we know they hold. Or the more plausible conclusion C) God is ‘super’ and women are a divine vessels God inherently planned to use for each of his children to have their best start. Which must mean that God resides at the core of each woman naturally.

It is my belief that mothers and to be quite honest all women, whether biological mothers or not are divine in their own right. In Psalm 139: 13-16, it says this,

For you (God) formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.”

God used women directly in the creation of each of our souls. He worked within them and with us to prepare our souls for our individual journeys. That is spectacularly divine. He doesn’t use men to do this he uses women. Women carry this intimate connection to other humans. What we may call being ‘maternal’.

I looked up the word “maternal’ to find it’s definition to be, of, pertaining to, having the qualities of, or befitting a mother: maternal instincts.

I then wondered what are these maternal instincts… Kind, protective, affectionate, gentle, comforter, caretaker, kind, devoted, watchful,sympathetic, sheltering.  Don’t these also sound like words we use to describe our God?? (Awesome coincidence?) I think not.

In 2nd Timothy 1:3-8, it says this,

I thank God, whom I serve, as my ancestors did, with a clear conscience, as night and day I constantly remember you in my prayers. Recalling your tears, I long to see you, so that I may be filled with joy. 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.

For this reason I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God.  For the Spirit God gave us does not make us timid, but gives us power, love and self-discipline. So do not be ashamed of the testimony about our Lord or of me his prisoner. Rather, join with me in suffering for the gospel, by the power of God.” 

I am reminded of the women in my life that have brought me closer to God and reflected God. Now it is the time to fan the flame and live out faith wildly and boldly.

Women are special. Women are phenomenal vessels for God’s blessing to pour out of. I guess this is the post where I gush about the amazing women in my life and say thank you for being outstanding role-models, resilient warriors, encouraging pinnacle women and inspiring misfits. I love and admire you.

So, Thank you for pouring God’s blessing into my life whether you meant to or not, I guess it comes naturally…  Mom, birth-mom, Grandmas, God-Mothers, Moms of Friends, Friends who are moms, aunts and for my friends in England, Mums as well as ALL women.

Woman power.

It is an actual thing.