There is something about the imagery that these words bring out. Something about the story it represents in Judges 4 & 5.
A story of challenge, of war. Of two different woman, diverse unity in their voice.
Of leaning in and listening. Partnering with God and Men to see justice won from your platform.
Of engaging in your daily work, in what you are responsible for, only to find that the battles that were far off have somehow come to your door.
Not because you are unworthy but maybe because you are the most capable of bringing defeat to enemies from your sudsy, soapy, flour coated hands.
The story that reminds us that a specific title or role or placement or platform is not a prerequisite to fight for what’s right and holy. It does not exempt us from confronting and calling out or from digging deep and driving down.
We are not disqualified because we have not yet or can give birth to life, because we don’t walk with a spouse by our side or because the mothers that carried us in their wombs are no longer here to wrap us in their capable arms. To catch the tears cried from missing their voice in our lives.
We are daughters and therefore positioned to be mothers.
Rising.
Rising in the nations we’ve been called to. As large as continents or as small as the tables where we knock knees with little feet.
Each place though, evidence of the need for us to
Rise and see.
Rise and speak.
Mother
Rise and be.
