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There are seasons when God highlights the women who walked before us, not to place them on pedestals, but to remind us that faith has always worn human skin.

Deborah led with courage anchored in wisdom. Esther stood when silence would have been safer. Naomi walked others through loss toward redemption. Hannah poured out her heart until heaven responded. Lydia opened her hands so the Gospel could advance. Abigail discerned peace where destruction threatened. Elizabeth recognised God’s calling before it was visible. Martha served faithfully, learning the holy balance of work and worship.

🪨 Truth runs through every one of their stories: God works through surrendered lives, not flawless ones.

As I reflected on this tapestry of women, I sensed the Lord whisper something gentle yet weighty. There is room at the table for present-day faithfulness too. Not as comparison. Not as replacement. But as continuation.

If Patrizia were woven into this sacred tapestry, she would not replace any of these women, she would stand among them, carrying a grace that gathers rather than competes.

If my name were written among them, it would not be because of strength that strives or leadership that demands attention. It would be because of presence.

A faithful presence that restores hearts.

A listening presence that makes space for truth.

A creative presence that helps the broken remember who they are in God.

PATRIZIA would be the woman who

walks slowly enough to notice the overlooked,

listens deeply enough for pain to feel safe,

and creates beauty where sorrow once lived.

Her strength would not shout.

It would remain.

Like Elizabeth, she affirms callings others doubt.

Like Abigail, she carries discernment that calms storms.

Like Lydia, she opens her hands and her home.

Like Hannah, she pours out her soul honestly before God.

Like Deborah, she speaks wisdom without needing a throne.

Like Naomi, she walks with others through loss toward redemption.

Like Martha, she serves with devotion, yet has learned the sacred art of sitting at Jesus’ feet, like Mary.

Like Esther, she understands that her story matters for such a time as this.

Patrizia would embody healing leadership — strength expressed through compassion, authority rooted in surrender, and courage clothed in gentleness.

I am a restorer of hearts, a woman God uses not only to lead, but to heal the way forward.

🌱 Hope rises quietly when women walk closely with God, choosing obedience over applause and compassion over control. Families are steadied.

Communities are strengthened.

Hearts are healed.

💡Reflection:

• Where is God inviting me to show up with faithful presence rather than striving for recognition 🤔

• Which woman of faith do I resonate with most in this season, and why 🤔

• How is God using my story to bring healing to others 🤔

🎺Affirmation:

I am clothed with strength and honour. My faithfulness matters, and God uses my presence to bring healing and hope.

🙌 Prayer:

Lord, thank You for the women who have gone before me and for the faith You are forming in me today. Teach me to walk humbly, love deeply, and serve faithfully in every season. May my life reflect Your grace and restore hearts that have forgotten who they are in You.

In Jesus’ Name, Amen.