Leopard Dress. Sparkle Boots. Kingdom Fire. 🔥
Leopard Dress. Sparkle Boots. Kingdom Fire. 🔥
Yesterday, I stood in a room full of women worshiping, praying, and declaring bold faith at the Live Out Loud Women’s Conference in Dallas, TX.
The energy was electric. The Word was alive. The worship felt like heaven touching earth.
During a hot seat round, I asked a question that’s been stirring in my heart for months:
“How do you find your voice when you feel inadequate, ill-equipped, and like an imposter?”
Brooke looked right at me, smiled, and said
“You cannot wear a leopard dress and sparkle boots and not be powerful.” 🐆✨
Everyone laughed, but I felt tears rising.
Because she wasn’t just answering my question, she was speaking to my identity.
To the part of me that has always wrestled with feeling “too much” and “not enough” all at the same time.
And in that moment, the Holy Spirit took me back to another day.
A day that changed everything.
April 4, 2023.
🦋 The Night Everything Changed
That was the night my world tilted. The night I nearly lost my daughter, Chloe.
When I got the call, I remember the panic in my son’s voice “Mom, it’s Chloe. She’s unconscious.”
I dropped everything. My body moved before my mind could catch up.
The drive to the house was a blur, sirens, prayers, and the kind of fear you can feel in your bones.
By the time I arrived, the ambulance was already there. Chloe was covered in vomit, screaming through tears, “I’m sorry, Momma. I just wanted the pain to stop.”
That sentence will never leave me.
The ER felt like a blur. The sounds faded into the background monitors, footsteps, the rustle of scrubs. All I could focus on was Chloe. Her pale face. Her shaking hands. My heart whispering, “God, hold her.”
Her blood alcohol level was four times the lethal limit.
The doctor said she was “lucky to be alive.”
But I knew it wasn’t luck. It was God's mercy.
When we finally made it home that night, Chloe was weak, shaking, and barely able to stand.
I helped her into the shower, the smell of the hospital still clinging to her skin.
As I washed the vomit from her hair, she leaned against me, whispering through sobs,
“Momma, I’m sorry. I love you.”
Through my own tears, I whispered back,
“I love you more than you know. We’ll get through this. Together.”
That was the moment I decided to stop fighting out of fear and start fighting from faith.
Because I couldn’t carry it alone anymore.
I had to surrender control.
I had to lean fully into God’s strength, not my own.
That was the night Warrior Mom Rising was born.
1 Samuel 1:27–28 (NIV)
“I prayed for this child, and the Lord has granted me what I asked of him.
So now I give him to the Lord. For his whole life he will be given over to the Lord.”
🩷 From That Floor to This Stage
So when Brooke said,
“You cannot wear a leopard dress and sparkle boots and not be powerful,”
I felt something break loose in me.
Because that woman she was talking to?
She’s the same one who once stood trembling in a bathroom, washing vomit from her daughter’s hair, whispering prayers through tears.
The same one who once felt broken, inadequate, and terrified.
The same one who begged God for strength when she had none left.
And yet, God used that breaking point to build my voice.
The same mouth that once whispered, “God, please don’t take her,”
now declares, “God, use me.”
🩷 I Am Not an Imposter. I Am a Warrior Mom.
The truth is, I am not an imposter. I am the real freaking deal.
I have walked the hard battle with my daughter.
I’ve fought for her and for me.
I’ve cheered her on, loved her through the ugliest moments, advocated for her, challenged her, prayed for her, and begged God to save her.
I am a Warrior Mom on the front lines.
When I am in the hospital or in the clinic, that’s my comfort zone.
I’m used to being strong, assertive, and confident there.
When I’m in scrubs, I know exactly who I am, a damn good independent nurse practitioner, a provider who helps others heal.
But stepping into this new season? This Warrior Mom calling?
That’s different.
My voice feels smaller here.
Not because I don’t know how to fight, but because this is a different kind of battle.
I’m an AUTHOR now.
That still feels strange to say out loud.
I didn’t write Warrior Mom Rising to build a platform. I wrote it out of obedience.
God told me to write the book and I said yes.
But the results aren’t my job.
Obedience is.
So I guess the real question isn’t, “How do I find my voice?”
It’s “Why not me?”
Why not use the story God gave me?
Why not speak life into other moms walking through the same fire?
Why not rise?
🩷 Faith That Doesn’t Flinch
Faith isn’t polished.
It’s gritty.
It’s tear-streaked and trembling.
It’s getting up on the days when your knees still shake from the last battle.
Faith doesn’t wait for the fear to go away, it walks forward anyway. Faith is RISING even in the messy and the hard.
It’s looking the enemy in the eye and saying, “You don’t get the final word.”
God doesn’t need our eloquence.
He just needs our yes.
And that’s what this conference reminded me:
✨ Pray and live with expectancy.
✨ Keep saying YES, even when it’s uncomfortable.
✨ Believe until. Pray until. Worship until.
✨ Stay rooted in your Kingdom identity.
Because obedience always precedes overflow.
👑 Straighten Your Crown
If you’ve ever felt like an imposter like God called the wrong person hear this:
HE DID NOT!
You were chosen for this.
Equipped for this.
Anointed for this.
God doesn't call the qualified, He equips the called!!
We don’t need to BLEND in to be used by God.
We’re called to stand out to be light in dark places, warriors in waiting rooms, and mothers who fight differently.
So straighten your crown.
Silence the lies.
Remember who you are and whose you are.
Because you cannot wear a leopard dress and sparkle boots and NOT be powerful. 🐆
Proverbs 31:25–26 (NIV)
“She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.
She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue.”
Faith Reflection
“Let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.” Matthew 5:16
🔥 Warrior Mom Truth
You are not an imposter, you are proof that God brings purpose out of pain.
The same God who met you in the fire is now calling you to speak from it. 🔥
With grit and grace,
🩷 Jenn/Warrior Mom
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Such a fun & real conversation with Dr. Amy Moore!
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