This year May 2021, we launched our Mom's in the Spotlight initiative, where we gave some extraordinary everyday mothers the opportunity to share their testimonies.
This Reading Plan is a compilation of the testimonies, exhortations, and encouragement from the wonderful women. The responsibilities and challenges of being a mother can become overwhelming at times, so it is our prayer that as you read that you will be refreshed and enrich. Know that what God has done for these women, he can do for you.
We want to thank Judy Blair, Sharon Lewis, Janelle Harewood, Farisha Boyce, Soranyi Robles Charles, Yulex Pearson, Rosemarie Carbon, Ann-Mary Joseph Brissac, and Maria Vilorio for their willingness to share their incredible testimonies with us.
Hello, I am Farisha Boyce, a very courageous and generous young woman with a passion and a heart for worship. I desire to become a true representative of God truly and to do his will. I am married and am the mother of two beautiful children. My firstborn is a handsome boy and seven years later, a beautiful baby girl who will be five years on the 30th of May.
Becoming a mother at an early age was very challenging for me. I became pregnant at the age of twenty years old before I even got married. With no preparation, both physically and mentally, I decided that I would go through with the pregnancy because I knew it was the right thing to do. After four months of being pregnant, I rushed into marriage because I didn't want the baby to be born out of wedlock. Not having any experience with motherhood at that time became very challenging. I knew I had to depend entirely on God's guidance and strength every day. There were times that I felt very frustrated and depressed, knowing that I had to quit my job so that I can take care of my baby. Through my emotional, exhausting challenges of being a mom, that's when I learned to trust God fully. I can remember sitting every day reading the bible to my son and praying with tears flowing from my eyes, and he would look at me kicking up his little feet helps me recognize the value of motherhood. In those moments, I learned that children are a gift from God, and I will have to account to God for how I mothered my children. Proverbs 31 is one of the scriptures that ministered to me as I raised my son. Being a mom, I also learned how to love, nurtured, teach, protect and have patience with my children. I learned how to pray and believe God every time they were not feeling well, and I discovered my hidden abilities and capabilities. I cannot imagine my life without my handsome son Lemuel and my beautiful princess Atarah Divine.
Lastly, the journey of motherhood is revealing to me the love God has bestowed upon us. He will help us keep our focus on him through the circumstances presented through the process of motherhood. His purpose for us as mothers is to know him better, love him more, depend entirely on his strength and understand his faithfulness in a new way. God made us moms, so let us raised our children in his ways that they will not depart from him when they are old.
Hello, my name is Soranyi Robles Charles. I am a born-again Christian. I am the youth leader at my congregation, and I am an accounts clerk. I enjoy doing the type of job I do, even though it may be a bit hectic. I am a single mother of two beautiful girls Yamilka Noemi and Abigail Valentina. Being a mother has been an extraordinary gift from God to me, and I am thankful to him for my daughters. As a mother, I have a great responsibility placed in my hands to nourish, guide, and take care of my children, and I haven't taken it for granted. It is not an easy task, but having God on my side has made all the difference. One of my most significant challenges as a single parent is not getting any assistant from the father, whether financially or physically, which means not being able to count on the father to drop off or pick up the kids or even to go and collect a school report card. I remember having to take my children to school or daycare, carrying on the baby bag, my bag, and at the same time lifting the baby. It wasn't easy especially giving that I am asthmatic. This was especially difficult whenever I had to leave my child at the daycare or school at a particular time while having to be at the bus stop to take the bus to work, which resulted in me having to walk or spend a lot of money on a taxi. But, I learned not to give too much thought to the absent parent and focus on my girls. I do what I can to the best of my knowledge and, above all, with God's help. I also let my girls know that their father loved them even though he is not around. This part is a bit difficult because they ask many questions that you have to be smart in answering, but I let them know regardless of whatever, they have to love him, and he loves them too. I have learned to smile even if I am sad because I cannot allow the situations around me to affect my daughters or me. I have to be strong because of them. There were times I did not know how I was going to get through the week or the month. However, God made a way honestly at the end of the week, month, and year and I saw and still see the things I went through and what I have achieved. I have to give God thanks and say I don't know how but you made a way. To God be the Glory for his faithfulness. My advice to the single parents out there is to focus on God and their children. Do not be there suffering for who is not there. Also, any challenges you may be going through, take it to the Lord in prayer.
Hello, my name is María Vilorio. I have been a mother for six months now, and it has been a beautiful and incredible experience. I have no words to describe how grateful and delighted I am with the divine gift that God has sent me. The joy and emotion that I feel every time I see my son smile are inexplicable. I am sure many of you mothers would agree that being a mother is not all rosy colors. We also have many bad nights, and we fight a lot when our children get sick, but all that is nothing compared to the immense love that I feel for my son. One of the biggest challenges I encountered as a new mom was when they told me that I could not breastfeed my child because my breasts were not filling to feed my son. I got over it by doing my part and holding on to the slightest hope I had. Also, when I wanted to have a drink of alcohol and my baby came to mind.My advice to the mothers going through challenges at this time is to focus on their children. No matter how difficult things may be now when we have our baby in our arms, we forget the world because there are no words to explain how comfortable and wonderful that feeling is. Being a mom is worth it; your children are worth it. So I urge you to leave your fears behind and remain focus. The love of a child cures everything.
Among the billions of people globally, mothers play a significant role in their children's lives - their growth and development process. There are different kinds of mothers: care, protect, and guide, while others neglect their children. These neglectful mothers do nothing for the upbringing of their children but only seek out their benefit. Some are just carriers of their babies. Unfortunately, mine was just a carrier whom I believed cared nothing about her daughter. Today, I want you to listen to my story and its effect on me growing up until now as a grown woman. At the tender age of three months, to be precise, my mother left me in the care of my grandparents for some uncertain circumstances in a village in the northern part of Dominica called Lagoon Portsmouth. Growing up was not easy in a home of already thirteen persons, including myself. At times there was nothing much to feed in the entire household. My Grandmother was a stay-at-home mom while grandfather worked on the cargo ship that carried bananas and worked as a farmer. Even though there was very little, our home was filled with love and laughter. My grandparents did their best to raise us to be kind, loving, hardworking, and very respectful children. Grandfather always told us he wants absolutely no conflicts in his home, but at times he drank his little liquor and then came home to sing those unwanted melodies in our ears that no child should hear. Sometimes at nights, I would join my granddad in prayer in his room. He could not read, but he knew how to pray to the Lord in his little way. On Saturdays, everyone had to do their chores, or we would get our behinds whooped. There were no ifs or maybes. Everyone had to take up their responsibilities at home. However, something was missing; the absence of my biological mother. How I imagined what it would have been like to see, hold, touch, smell, and even hear her voice. I felt alone in the world, even if I was part of a huge household. I felt like my mother had abandoned me. At the age of fourteen, God saved me from an awkward situation where my uncle almost used me for his pleasure. It was my secret in the family, and because I was innocent and did not know why he did what he did.At Secondary school, I met a wonderful friend. She was a caucasian German girl, and her parents worked at the Ross University. We were like milk and coffee. Everyone would call us black and white. Wherever she was, I was also. Her mom and dad treated us well, but deep down inside my heart, I envied the relationship she had with her parents. I longed to be loved and appreciated like her by my parents. I knew I had a father and mother, but it was like they were dead. The only evidence I had of my father was a photograph. I had never seen him or knew him until at the age of eighteen when he finally visited Dominica with a friend who brought him to see us. My mother stayed over sixteen years with this man on another island called Guadeloupe and never introduced me to this French man called my father. Since I felt so unwanted, I thought having a boyfriend would make me feel loved and appreciated. So at secondary school, I decided to have a boyfriend. He was mid-height, dark-skinned, strong built, and very handsome. I would say, "that's my husband." That also turned out rather unfortunate. I thought he was having an affair with someone else, and I left him. My life had turned for the worse. I did not care anymore, and I was on a wild goose chase searching for love in my little way. At the age of twenty, I came to the beautiful islands of Antigua and Barbuda. I promised myself to go to college and give my heart to the Lord, but I still had that void. I wanted to be loved and feel loved the way my mother should have loved me. I was in a different country but still on that goose chase. I started going to a church, and there I met my now ex-husband, and once again, I thought I had found love. My husband loved me, and we became pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl. Unfortunately, my son died due to premature birth. I was very heartbroken, and my husband took it hard as well. I still felt I was missing something even if my husband loved me. I wanted him to love me like my mother should have loved me. Once again, that went bitter, and it ended up in a divorce. I thought of committing suicide, but thanks be to God, he had placed some good people in my life, especially some of my church Elders who helped me go through that process. During my divorce, I indeed called on God in tears, asking him when will I be loved and feel loved? The Holy Spirit stepped in and whispered to me, "You are loved. I have loved you even before the conception of this world." He said to me, "that's why I died for you. I loved you with an everlasting love, but you have to love yourself too." That day was the day I truly and fully started a relationship with the Lord. I emptied my heart to him. It was there I asked him to take over my life completely. I forgave my mother and father, and I accepted why my mother left me. It was all of God's plan. The last time my mother and I really had a conversation was when she visited Antigua for my wedding ceremony. She never told me the actual reason why she left me. She blamed everyone else except herself. Unfortunately, she died from a terrible disease after a few years, which I will not disclose due to my family's wishes. May her soul rest in perfect peace.I heard she had surrendered her life to Christ after she had gotten the disease. Although I had never really gotten the chance to express my heart to her, I was at peace with myself because I knew I had forgiven her, and she too had given her life to the Lord. Today I can boast in the Lord. He saved me from a lot of things. Maybe if I were living with my mother, my life would have been over, or I would not have gotten to know and accept that the Lord loved me and I should love myself in return. My daughter is fourteen, and I am giving her all the love I can and raising her to love and trust God, love people, and most of all, love herself too. Love begins at home, it starts with a mother, but we have to come to that place and know that God loves us too and his love is unconditional. His love has no boundaries. I can say like David in the book of Psalms 27:10; When my father and mother forsake me, then the Lord will take me up. Thanks to God, I am safe in his loving arms and am here to stay. In his arms, I am safe and am made perfect.
At eighteen years old, while finishing my final year in secondary school, I had the then seemingly traumatic revelation of being pregnant. You see, I often heard the saying, "if you go to a crab's dance, you will encounter mud or be muddy." I was a young lady with no parents. I lost my mother at the age of four and my father at the age of fourteen. My eldest sister was my sole provider at the time since I did not know the Lord the way I do now. Fortunately, my then-boyfriend, now my husband of forty-three years, was always supportive and present. Nine months later, I gave birth to a seven pounds and twelve ounces baby girl, Destine Latoya Blair, now known as Destine Reid, the Visionary of this website, blog, and Everyday Kingdom Living Podcast. One year and eleven months after giving birth to Destine, Glennford Odwin Blair was born, 6 pounds and 10 ounces; and three years later, I gave birth to my last son Quincy Alex who was 6 pounds and 8 ounces. In 1988 after being born again, my drive continued to be a Godly mother, training up my children in the way they should grow, that when they become old, they would not depart from it. The love I have for my kids is more enhanced, given the fact that my Mom was not present for my upbringing. At age ten or eleven suffered a severe accident that convinced me that I would never have children – but God. Fourteen years after Quincy's birth, God showed up once again and blessed us with Gabriella Altonia Blair, unplanned but predestined and purposeful. To this day, my heart continues to overflow.Because of my blood group, I have experienced many spontaneous abortions (the loss of a pregnancy without outside intervention before 20 weeks gestation), so I am all too familiar with the disappointment, and heartbreak one feels under these circumstances. If you are a woman who has been experiencing difficulties conceiving, or maybe you have conceived but have been miscarrying, please permit me to speak to you for a moment. You see, our thoughts, like our words, are powerful, especially our spoken words. In my situation, I spoke negatively. At the time, I did not know better, so I carelessly spoke whatever I felt, but I thank God for my boyfriend, who is now my husband. Although neither of us was saved at the time, he always said to me, "you are going to bear children; you are going to be a mom." So my encouragement to you now is: Do Not Give Up. Speak life! Speak it out loud!Place your hands on your lower abdomen where your womb is and declare, "womb, you will carry a child for my spouse and me. I will conceive, and you will incubate this baby." If you have a name in mind, call the baby by its name. Command those sperms to swim directly to those eggs. See it in your mind's eye. As they meet and the process of fertilization is complete, see that fertilized egg traveling to your Fallopian tube and into the uterus. Oh, I am excited for you and, most of all, water it with prayer. Remember Hannah? How she prayed year after year of barrenness? She travailed, and God answered. She conceived not only Samuel but other children. Now for those who become pregnant and miscarry, do not despair. You do the same; speak to your reproductive system. Command it to work in your favor. Speak to it. As a nurse and a certified midwife, I have seen many cases where women struggled with miscarriage or losing their babies. I have cried with many, and I have seen many eventually hold their babies in their arms. Just remember that with God, nothing is impossible. Jesus came that we may have life and life more abundantly. He is the giver of life. He said to Adam and Eve, be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth. So do not accept the inability or stand for the seeming inability to reproduce (child wise). If he makes it possible for you to conceive, then do not let fear and doubt rob you. Prayer: Dear Father, we come before you collectively as women. I stand in agreement with my sisters who are experiencing infertility or difficulty carry their babies to full term. I speak into their lives in the name of Jesus, and I command their uterus to bear fruit according to the purpose of God in you.
Hello, I am Rosemarie, affectionately known as Rose. I have four children; two were born before marriage, and two when I got married. When I gave birth to my fourth child, I was not yet in a relationship with Jesus Christ. It was a complicated pregnancy. I became so sick that I was unable to walk. I also suffered from severe back pain, which resulted in me being admitted to the hospital. Every time I needed to go to the bathroom and shower, my husband had to carry me. When he saw the pain I was in, he asked me to abort the child. I said no. Then the doctor came, and he also advised me to abort the child. He explained that I would not be able to push out the child at the time of delivery, and if I did manage to have a normal delivery, then I would not be able to walk again. To this, I also responded, "NO." I told him, "I have hope that I will bring forth this child." So when the time came to have the child, I did push despite the pain, and I name my baby girl Hope. So you see, even when I did not know him at the time, God was with me:
I am the Lord. There is no other God. I am the only God. I will make you strong even though you don't know me. - Isaiah 45:5 ICB Hope is now twenty-two years old, and it has been twenty-two years since I surrendered to Jesus Christ. I heard what was said to me by my husband and the doctor, I listen to them, but the choice was mine to make. My love for my child allowed me to take the stand and say no. I told myself, "it is not the right thing to do, and I don't know what that child will become in life." Also, I did not want to live with the regrets of aborting my child.If you are pregnant and are considering abortion, I pray my testimony encourages and gives you hope. There is divine purpose in your child's life. The God who strengthened me twenty-two years ago is the same now, and he can do the same for you.
As I sit and reflect on this topic, it causes me to look back on my own life and the pain that I felt, and I can also see in the eyes of some women who may not be able to conceive. As some calendar events came around, such as Mother's Day, the pain would intensify. Do not get me wrong, I have a wonderful mother, whom I love dearly, so every Mother's Day, I would focus on her and other women in my life who were instrumental in helping to shape my life. But somehow, something was still missing. When I got married at the tender age of twenty-four, I had such plans and hopes of pouring into the life of my own little bundle or bundles of joy, just as my mum had poured into me. I was so excited about exploring this new chapter of my life of being a mother. However, I was diagnosed with a condition called, Endometriosis, which was very rare in women back then, but it is a condition that is very common now. It involves the tissue of the lining in the uterus, the endometrium being deposited on the outside of the womb and leaving scar tissue. It sometimes forms a cyst in those places, and some people experience tremendous pain, which was my case. It resulted in my ovaries and fallopian tubes being totally destroyed, and I was told my possibilities were slim in being able to conceive. That was a severe blow to me, as I saw my hopes and dreams dashed to the ground, and in my mind, I could not fulfill the role in another's life that my mum had done for me; But God. He has healed me of this condition since, but I never conceived.I remember how I would felt, walking around and seeing mothers holding their gifts from God in their hands and feeling the pain and the void all at once. For me, mother's Days would become a day of pain as it constantly reminded me of what I could not have or be a part of.So, I looked to the scriptures and found comfort in a woman called Naomi, which was one of my favorite accounts in the bible. You see, after the death of her husband and sons, Naomi was left with her two daughters-in-law, and even though Orpah left, Ruth stayed. Naomi and Ruth were a great source of strength to each other, and then it hit me.There is room for all of us in the Kingdom of God, whether we conceive and give birth or not. God has placed tremendous strengths in us all that can materialize when we least expect - in the darkest of moments in our lives. You see, Naomi's husband was dead, and there was no way at her age she could conceive again, but she found a daughter in Ruth that she never had, and then it hit me.I could spend time allowing people to define my worth as a woman in terms of bearing a child, or I could allow God to determine who I am and release what He has placed within me to be a blessing to the world around me. So instead of focusing on what I did not have, I started to tap into what God had placed within me, and boy was I surprised at the outcome.My niece, age eight, and nephew, age six, came along. They are such blessings. I was able to pour into them and still am. I can also pour into the lives of so many others that God has placed in my life. He allows me to nurture, love, and instruct as He gives me the grace and wisdom to do so, and it has brought so much joy to my life. I feel so fulfilled not because I conceived but because I became the woman God has called me to be as I used what He had deposited in me for His Glory. Today, I am a pastor in God's Kingdom, impacting more lives than I can ever count, and it is both rewarding and fulfilling to me as a woman. We live in a society where so many things define women, but I encourage you today, be defined by who God says you are and not by what people say you should be or do. Trust God to chart the course of your lives, and you will be amazed at what God can do through you. I end with an excerpt from a message God released through me for a Mother's Day service."So, some of you may be asking, is a woman's role only to give birth and nurture that life or those lives? No, it is not. Even though this is a major role, some women never give birth to a child. However, you still carry the seed, the very seed, the word God has deposited in you. The purpose He has created you for is incubated in you until the appointed time, and that is what the enemy is afraid of - us as women coming into our purpose and doing damage to the Kingdom of darkness...."
Being a woman is a beautiful work of God; being a mother is a blessing, but what is more important is being a child of the Most High God. Today by my Father's authority, I will share my testimony with you about my journey towards having a child for my husband. I would like to believe this testimony would reach women all over this earth. It is my desire for the women who know God to remain in him and for those who do not know him that you would allow him to transform your life after hearing of his miraculous power. In 2005 I got married to a wonderful man, Troy Lewis. I was also a new believer in Christ. I believed as a wife, it was my duty to bring forth children for my husband, and I am sure I am not the only wife that felt that way. So after one year of marriage and I did not get pregnant, I became very disappointed in myself. I began to speak negative words over my life and began questioning God. I was so obsessed with getting pregnant that it was all I thought of. So much so that whenever my monthly cycle came, I was devastated because I knew it meant I was not pregnant AGAIN. In those times, I use to pray, of course, but my faith in God was not strong. Most of the time, my faith wavered because it was all about me, what I wanted, and what I think I should have. In 2007, I did get pregnant. I am sure you can imagine the excitement I felt. In my sixth month, going into seven months of pregnancy, I wanted to attend my brother's wedding in Tortola. My doctor said it was okay for me to go, so I went. Two days after I got there, I began spotting (seeing spots of blood), so my family took me to the hospital. I started having pains, and by the following morning, I push out a still-born baby girl. I was crushed, devastated, and broken, but I did not give up hope.I continued believing it will happen again, and it did; but sadly, each time, I lost the babies. My husband was not the one pressuring me. He would say to me, "why are you doing this to yourself? I'm fine if it never happens." That is how my husband is. I am sure for some of you, your husbands are pressuring you. But let me tell you this; nothing we or our husbands or people can do or say can make the difference. One thing I can say to you is all my pains brought me closer to God. I did not just sit and wait, hoping to get pregnant again. my relationship with God changed. I prayed and waited; I worshiped him and waited. When I say worship, I do not mean singing; my worship became a lifestyle. I began to understand how important it is to trust God. So in 2014, I got pregnant again and again, no baby. One day, as I was on my bed Holy Spirit said to me, "Sharon, you have to let go and let God." I responded, "what?" And then I began to pray and talk to God. I repented of being selfish, and I said, "Lord, I'm tired and burnt out. I am letting go; you have your way. You take over because I am tired of fighting. I put everything in your hands." I prayed like Hanna in the bible; I cried and poured out everything to him. That was February 2014. Amazingly in 2015 February, exactly one year later, I became pregnant again, but everything about this pregnancy was different from the others. You may ask why what made it so different? Well, it was because God was in charge this time.I had to let go and let God. I was now forty-six years old, but that did not matter with God; remember, he did it for Elizabeth, John the Baptist's mother, in the bible. I am pleased to tell you there were no complications, no sicknesses in that pregnancy. When our God is in the driver's seat, it will be a smooth ride, no accident. Today my daughter is five years old going on Six. Hallelujah! Look what the Lord has done. So my encouragement to you ladies is to change your position; put on a different attitude. Let your pain become your praise. Let go and let God. Father, I honor you with praise and thanksgiving for the great works you do. Father, I know you created us as women; beautiful, blessed, and favored. Lord, as you have directed me to give this testimony of your faithfulness towards me, I pray it to impact the lives you intend to heal and restore at this time. I know there are lots of your daughters out there in similar situations. Holy Spirit, you teach them how to let go and to let God have his way. Please teach them how to trust in you. I pray, Lord, that you will open their wombs even now in the name of Jesus, let their womb become fruitful even now, remove every blockage, every bad seed, heal them even now in Jesus' name. Amen
At the age of eighteen, I found out I was pregnant. It was the most frightening experience I've ever had in my life. I waited one month before I approach my parents with the news. I went to Montserrat to get an abortion. On the day I was scheduled to tp have the procedure done, my ex-boyfriend's ( now my ex-husband) mother asked me just before I left the house, "what if the child growing in you is the only one you could ever have?" Those words immediately touched a soft spot; however, I continued my journey to the doctor's office. After entering the room and becoming comfortable, I answered several questions asked by the doctor, and he then asked if I was ready. I was in a position where I needed to think thoroughly before deciding. This was a decision that would change my life forever. I asked my boyfriend at the time the same question my mother-in-law asked me earlier, and he then answered, "that is something to think about." "I do not want to do it anymore," I responded. We then left the office feeling very happy with our decision. A couple of weeks later, we opened up to marriage, and I gave birth eight months later. When my daughter Eurika came, it was the happiest day of my life. I thought to myself, "how could I ever have thought of throwing away such a blessing?" It was the best feeling knowing that I was now a Mother. Two years after, I gave birth to my second child. When I first became pregnant with her, I was not even aware. But when I found out two months into the pregnancy, my husband and I were ecstatic, especially when we realized we were having another baby girl. We have such eternal love for our daughters. I was honored to be their mother.
Parenting was challenging, however, but we got through it together. The grace of God has been keeping us so strong to raise our daughters correctly, and we thank him. After many years we decided to have our third child, and this time it was a boy. Yes, seven years later, we gave birth to our one and only son, Eric, who we love just as much as our daughters. My three children are my light, and they have made me who I am. They have shown me the toughness of life. They are my weakness, they are my everything, and I thank God for blessing me with such amazing kids.I can't imagine my life without them. Eventually, my marriage became very abusive verbally. It was such an embarrassment being in such a relationship with a man that said he loved my kids and me. It was not something I could have endured any longer. Because of the abuse, I had to chose to walk away. I had to walk away from my marriage which I was terrified of doing. I felt like giving up. I had three kids that I had to raise without a father to nurture and protect them from the cruelty of this world. I was in a horrific position that brought tears to my eyes. I then went to God and turned all my problems to him. I asked him for help. He then told me, "You are not alone. I am their Father who art in Heaven." Hearing him speak brought so many emotions to my heart, knowing that I had nothing to worry about.
I was a single mother with no job, but God provided for us every day. I was a single mother with no money, but God showed us a way, I had no vehicle to transport my kids, but God was our transporter. He made a way for us every single day. Because of him, the challenges made me stronger to not give up on my kids, trust him, and walk in faith. Raising my kids without a father made me into the super Mom; I was then and am now. God has helped me take on both the mother and father's role in my household, and he has taught me to teach my kids about life. Now I can say that I am super proud of my two daughters. They are young adults making a difference in the world. My son is now becoming a teenager and now becoming the man of the house. I must say that my journey in becoming a mother was challenging, but it was worth it. To my kids, I love you with all my heart.