Failure Is Not Your Name!

🦋 She Believed She Could, So She Wrote Her Story!

“She believed she could, so she did.”

“She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.”

~Proverbs 31:25

She wrote her story so others would know that failure is not her name — and it is not yours either. Maybe you didn’t fail the board examination.  Maybe you didn’t fail as a nurse. But perhaps you feel like you failed somewhere else. Maybe you failed as a mother.
As a teacher. As a daughter.  As a leader. Maybe your business failed.
Maybe you gave up on your dreams.  Maybe you feel like you failed yourself. Today I want to tell you something clearly: Failure is not your name. Once upon a time, that was me too. I felt defeated. I felt like the floor was my permanent place. But I learned something — the floor is a place to pray, not a place to quit. God reminded me of who I am. “She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.”( Proverbs 31:25). You are clothed with strength.
You are wrapped in dignity.  Your story is not over. That is why I wrote my book: NCLEX-RN from Caterpillar to Butterfly by Grace being publish soon. Stay tune! Because transformation is real.  Because the caterpillar stage is not the final stage. Because grace will carry you from the floor to flight. If I can rise, so can you. If I can begin again, so can you. Failure is not your name. Grace is. Let’s pray!

Heavenly Father,

Today I come before you with every mistake, every disappointment, every moment I thought I was not enough. Lord you know  the nights I cried. You know the times I felt like I failed as a mother, as a daughter, as a leader, as a nurse, as a dreamer. You know the dreams. You know the dreams I almost give up. But today, I declare that failure is not my name. Your words says: “She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come”. Proverbs 31:25 In the name of Jesus father clothe me again with your strength. Wrap me in your dignity. Remind me that my identity is not my past, but in your promises. When I fail, teach me to pray not to quit. When I feel weak, remind me that you are my strength. You are my rock. You are my savior. I am redeemed. When I feel stuck in the caterpillar season, help me trust the transformation. Father God, I surrender every label that is not from you in the name of Jesus I release shame, I release fear, I release anxiety, I release the lie that I am a failure, I release doubt, I release lies, I release the lie that I am a failure. I receive your grace. I receive new beginnings. I receive the courage to rise again. Failure is not my name. Grace is my covering. Purpose is my future.  I am not a failure because “we are chosen people a royal priesthood, holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praise of him who called you out of a darkness into his wonderful light”. 1 Peter 2:9. I am not a failure in the name of Jesus because he engraved on his palms of his hands. In the name of Jesus Amen,,,,

Two are better than one!

“Two are better than one… For if they fall, one will lift up his companion.” — Ecclesiastes 4:9–10

As nurses, we all carry a story — stories of long nights, silent prayers, broken hearts, victories, and moments when we had to dig deep for strength we didn’t know we had. The Word of God reminds us: “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” – Epistle to the Philippians 4:13. We were not called to this profession by accident. Nursing is more than a career — it is a calling. It is compassion in action. It is grace under pressure. It is being the light in someone’s darkest hour.

She believed she could — not because it was easy, but because she knew her strength came from God. So she wrote her story to inspire other nurses to break the chains, to be the change, and to lift one another higher. We are better together. We are stronger together.  We are not in competition — we are in community. Let us encourage one another to grow, to lead with integrity, and to become the most prudent, compassionate, and excellent nurses we can be.

Because every nurse has a story. And every story has the power to heal. In Butterfly by Grace – Mommy & Daughter blog we want to encourage. Let’s Pray! 

Heavenly Father,

We thank You for the gift of grace that carries us through every season. Just like a butterfly, You are transforming us daily — teaching us, shaping us, and strengthening us. Lord, bless every mother and daughter reading this. Cover their relationship with love, patience, and understanding. Where there has been hurt, bring healing. Where there has been silence, bring open hearts. Where there has been doubt, bring confidence rooted in You. Father, clothe us with that strength. Teach us to reflect Your grace in our homes, in our words, and in our example. Help us, as mothers, to lead with wisdom. Help us, as daughters, to grow in faith and character. May we break unhealthy cycles.  May we be the change.  May we walk in freedom. Let our lives shine as You said: “Let your light shine before others.”(Matthew 5:16) We declare that we are becoming women of faith, courage, and compassion. We are growing. We are healing. We are transforming by grace. In Jesus’ name,
Amen

“Here I Am, Send Me”

  “Then I heard the Lord asking, ‘Whom should I send as a messenger to this people? Who will go for us?’ I said, ‘Here I am. Send me.’” — Isaiah 6:8 🕮

🩺Nursing is more than a career. It is a calling that requires courage, compassion, and a willing heart. Nursing is consistently ranked as one of the MOST trusted and respected professions. For many years in surveys (like Gallup in the U.S.), nurses have ranked #1 in honesty and ethics among all professions higher than doctors, teachers, clergy, and politicians. So while nurses don’t receive “awards” as a profession, they receive the highest public trust and respect ratings. As a new nurse, I still see the separation between nurses and preceptors—the cold shoulders, the lack of grace, and the walls that divide us. This should not be. If we want to see real change in nursing, we must reunite, not divide.

When Isaiah heard the voice of the Lord, he did not hesitate. He did not ask about comfort, pay, recognition, or how difficult the mission would be. He simply said, “Here I am. Send me.” Every nurse who puts on scrubs, walks into a hospital, clinic, or community setting, and chooses to care for the sick is answering that same call. There are days that  it feels heavy—when you are exhausted, disrespected, overworked, or emotionally wounded. Yet, you still show up. You still advocate. You still serve. That is the heart of Isaiah’s response. God is still asking today, “Whom shall I send?” He is sending nurses into rooms filled with pain, fear, and uncertainty. He is sending nurses into systems that need justice, compassion, and truth. He is sending nurses to be His hands, His voice, and His presence when patients feel alone. When you comfort a dying patient, you are answering, “Here I am.”  When you stand up for a new nurse being mistreated, you are answering, “Here I am.” When you pray silently for your patient, you are answering, “Here I am.” You were not placed in nursing by accident. You were sent. 🦋In Butterfly by Grace Mommy and daughter blog we want to hear your thoughts! Raise up your voice. I am asking you as a new or old  Nurse. Where is God asking me to say, “Here I am, send me,” in my nursing journey? How can I be a messenger of hope, integrity, and compassion in my workplace? What fears or wounds do I need to surrender so I can fully walk in my calling? Let's pray!

Prayer

Lord, here I am. You have called me to serve the sick, the hurting, and the vulnerable. Give me a willing heart like Isaiah. When I am tired, strengthen me. When I feel unseen, remind me that You see me. When injustice rises, give me courage to speak truth in love. Use my hands to heal, my words to comfort, and my heart to reflect Your love. Send me, Lord, wherever You need me today. Amen.

The Nurse as an Advocate in a Broken System

 “Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves,

for the rights of all who are destitute.”
— Proverbs 31:8 (NIV)

Nursing was never meant to be silent work. From the very beginning, the call to care has always included the call to speak. Why did you become a nurse? For me, nursing is more than a profession—it is part of my calling.

 I became a nurse to be a voice for the vulnerable and to remind the broken that they are cared for, even when the world feels indifferent. Jesus modeled grace in every interaction. He loved those who did not love Him in return. He showed patience where there was resistance, mercy where there was failure, and justice where there was oppression. He calls us to be the light—and that calling doesn’t stop at the church doors. While nursing provides financial opportunity, my purpose runs deeper than a paycheck. I entered this profession to help break cycles, to stand in the gap, and to reflect the grace we all need. If we believe in justice, mercy, and love, then we must live it. Why not be the light? Why not change that? Why do women continue to be jealous? Why not come together as one? I do not understand where the fear of God is in 2026. Jesus said many times times “If you love me, keep my commandments.” (John 14:15) The word love is the Greek word agape. Then why would Jesus tell us Agape? God is Love. He loves you and loves me. Why is it so hard to love as Jesus did? We are the church! “Greater Love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for ones.” 

Every day, nurses stand in the gap between suffering and hope—between systems that are stretched thin and patients who are afraid, confused, or unheard. In a broken healthcare system, advocacy is not optional; it is holy work.

Advocacy doesn’t always look loud or dramatic. Sometimes it’s a nurse who notices what no one else sees. Sometimes it’s asking one more question, making one more call, or refusing to walk away when something doesn’t feel right. Other times, it’s simply staying present with someone who feels invisible.

God’s Word reminds us that speaking up for the vulnerable is not just a professional, It is all of our  responsibility—it’s a spiritual calling. When a nurse uses their voice to protect dignity, ensure safety, or bring clarity, they reflect the heart of Christ, who consistently stood up for those overlooked by society.

But advocacy comes at a cost. It can feel exhausting. Risky. Lonely. Many nurses carry moral weight when they are forced to navigate systems that don’t always align with compassion or justice. In those moments, it’s important to remember: God sees the unseen work. He honors the courage it takes to stand firm with grace. You may not be able to fix the system—but you can be faithful within it. And faithfulness changes lives. In Butterfly by Grace “Mommy and Daughter blog we invite you to wherever you work; whether you are a nurse or not, work with all your heart as if you were doing it for the Lord. Be humble and be kind. Let’s not forget the true purpose of our calling. Pray with me.  

Let's Pray!

Lord, Thank You for calling nurses to be hands of healing and voices of truth. Give us courage when it’s hard to speak and wisdom when the way forward is unclear. Strengthen us when we feel worn down by systems that feel broken. Help us remember that every act of advocacy—no matter how small—matters to You. Use our voices to bring light, protection, and compassion to those who cannot speak for themselves. In the name of Jesus!  Amen.

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Closing Thought

Advocacy is not about being confrontational—it’s about being faithful. And sometimes, the most powerful ministry happens right at the bedside.

You Are Not Alone!

 Titus 2:3–5 (KJV) “The aged women likewise, that they be in behavior as becometh holiness, not false accusers, not given to much wine, teachers of good things; That they may teach the young women to be sober, to love their husbands, to love their children,  To be discreet, chaste, keepers at home, good, obedient to their own husbands, that the word of God be not blasphemed.”💜

I believe that as women—whether we are mothers, wives, daughters, or pastors—we all need a mentor. We were never meant to walk alone. Mentorship brings guidance, wisdom, accountability, and spiritual covering, especially in seasons when both life and calling feel heavy. For me, I did not have a mentor. I had to learn through prayer, fasting, and often by learning the hard way. God was faithful, but some lessons came through pain and isolation. I do not desire that path for anyone else. No woman should have to struggle alone when wisdom is available through godly guidance. I do not want my daughter to experience what I did—having to learn everything the hard way without guidance or mentorship. My prayer is that as she grows, she will be surrounded by godly women who can pour into her, guide her, and walk with her in wisdom. I desire for my daughter to reflect Titus 2 as she grows—not out of pressure, but through example. I want her to see women who live with integrity, faith, and love, women who teach not only with words but with their lives. I want her to learn early that she is not alone, that seeking wisdom is strength, and that godly mentorship is a gift. If my journey had to be difficult, let it be so the next generation will be covered, supported, and equipped. This is my prayer—not only for my daughter, but for all daughters—that they would grow under godly leadership, rooted in truth, and surrounded by women who reflect Titus 2. Because of this, my heart is for women to understand that they are not alone. I desire to see women become leaders who reflect the heart of Titus 2—women who teach, encourage, and model godly living for the next generation. Older women mentoring younger women, not in perfection, but in faithfulness, love, self-control, and truth. As leaders, we are called to live lives that can be followed. Titus 2 reminds us that leadership is not only from the pulpit, but through example—through character, humility, and consistency. When women walk together in mentorship, healing happens, growth happens, and strength is multiplied.

Prayer 🙏

Father God today we pray for all the broken. For all who were neglected and ignored. I pray for a revival in our nation. Help us be the new generation that reflects Jesus' love, grace and mercy. In the name of Jesus Amen. 

I Will Surely Show You Kindness!

 “So David said to him, “Do not fear, for I will surely show you kindness for Jonathan your father’s sake, and will restore to you all the land of Saul your grandfather; and you shall eat bread at my table continually.” II Samuel 9:7  

💛 When leadership becomes about competition instead of covering, when titles matter more than souls, and when insecurity replaces discipleship, isolation is the fruit. Many leaders are lonely not because God abandoned them—but because relationships were sacrificed on the altar of control. We must ask the sobering question: What will happen when Jesus returns? Will He find leaders who protected their platforms—or shepherds who protected His people?

Will He see women who guarded their influence—or spiritual mothers who poured themselves out? Will He say, “Well done, good and faithful servant,” or “Why did you scatter what I entrusted to you?” Jesus warned that many would say, “Lord, Lord,” yet miss His heart (Matthew 7:21–23). He is not returning for impressive ministries—He is returning for faithful ones. He is not counting followers; He is examining fruit. If competition is allowed to replace compassion, the church will continue to wound those it was meant to heal. But if repentance restores our vision, the church can once again become a refuge instead of a proving ground. There is still time. May we lay down comparison before it costs us connection. May we choose legacy over spotlight. And may we be found lifting others when the King returns—not standing alone, wondering where everyone went. This is one of the reasons so many pastors are walking alone today. The kingdom of God was never built through rivalry.

By His grace, I survived what should have broken me. And today, I see the same pattern repeating. Grace met brokenness at the table. The church must become one again. The answer 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 stop going to church. Lets be the women who lift carefully, speak truth lovingly, and guard what God entrusts to us. And may no woman have to say again, “I left the church, I was betrayed in the house of the Lord.”

Prayer: 🙏
Father God! I pray 2026 will start the change with myself and my daughter. We ask for a breakthrough. Let us never be indifferent to any other young girl or woman. Help us heal. Help us restore. Father God Please forgive us! Help us again become the Church. Help us Love as you Love. Help us be the humble mentor. Lord, heal the wounds caused by silence and neglect. Forgive us where we have failed to lift others. Make us spiritual mothers who protect, guide, and nurture what You are birthing in this generation. Amen.

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. 💛