06/29/2026
Naomis, rise up. The Ruths desperately need you.
There is a generation that is not asking for another celebrity.
They are crying out for mothers.
Not mothers in title, but mothers in spirit.
Women who have walked through famine and still found God's faithfulness.
Women who have buried dreams, endured disappointments, survived betrayals, and yet still carry oil in their lamps.
Women who know what it is to wrestle through the night and still lift their hands in worship when the morning comes.
The Ruths are crying, "Show us the way."
Psalm 145 declares, "One generation shall praise Your works to another, and shall declare Your mighty acts."
That is not merely a suggestion, it is a Kingdom mandate.
Naomi, you have seen what many of us have only read about.
You have watched God heal.
You have witnessed miraculous provision.
You have seen prayer meetings that shook buildings, altars filled with repentance, and the fire of the Holy Spirit fall upon hungry people.
You have stories that our generation desperately needs to hear.
Tell us about the wonders of old.
Tell us about the faithfulness of the Lord.
Tell us what He did when there was no way.
Tell us what it cost to carry the oil.
We are living in a generation with endless information but very little impartation.
We have podcasts, books, and social media, but many have never had a Naomi take them by the hand and teach them how to recognize the voice of God, how to wait in His presence, how to contend in prayer, how to carry holiness, and how to remain faithful when the harvest seems delayed.
The Kingdom has never advanced through information alone.
It advances through impartation.
Ruth never became who she was called to be apart from Naomi.
Naomi showed her where to glean.
Naomi taught her the customs of the Kingdom.
Naomi positioned her for her Boaz.
And because Naomi poured into one hungry daughter, an entire bloodline was changed.
Ruth became the great grandmother of David, and through that lineage came Christ Himself.
Never underestimate what can happen when one spiritual mother says yes.
Naomis, your assignment is not over because your hair has turned gray.
Your greatest ministry may not be what you preached twenty years ago.
It may be who you raise up today.
There are Ruths standing beside you saying exactly what Ruth declared, “where you go, I will go. Where you lodge, I will lodge. Your people shall be my people, and your God, my God."
They are not looking for perfection.
They are looking for someone willing to walk with them.
Someone willing to say, "I've been where you are. Let me show you how the Lord brought me through."
The Body of Christ does not simply need more platforms.
It needs more mothers.
More Naomis who are willing to slow down enough to disciple, to encourage, to correct with love, to pray, to impart, and to leave behind more than memories, they leave behind mantles.
Naomis, rise up.
The Ruths desperately need you.
Your testimony is someone else's survival.
Your wisdom is someone else's breakthrough.
Your scars are someone else's roadmap.
The generation behind you is already reaching for your hand.
Don't let them grow up without hearing of the mighty acts of God.
Break open the way.
Lift high the banner of His faithfulness.
Tell us of the Lord your God.
We'll follow, just as Ruth followed Naomi, until we too have learned how to carry the presence, walk in covenant, and leave a legacy that points every generation back to Jesus.
-Jessica Jecker Simply Jecker
