Why I Became a Doula?

A testimony of pruning, purpose, and God’s perfect timing

I didn’t always see the path clearly. In fact, I didn’t even know I was walking toward this work. But what I did know was that something in me was longing for more. Just like Jeremiah 1:5 says, “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you. Before you were born I set you apart.” All these years of searching for a purpose, only to realize how intentional God has been with my life journey.

There was a time when I was desperate to understand me. I had a longing to make sense of who I was, why certain things had happened, and what I was truly here for. That longing led

me to search, but it was faith that anchored me. I started to believe in Him, not just as God but as a Father who knew me better than I knew myself. That’s when the pruning began. He gently removed the parts of me that couldn’t carry the weight of where He was taking me. He began edifying me, building me up through motherhood, hardship, and quiet moments of obedience. Little by little, He taught me stewardship and how to carry what He gave me with honor. But before He ever revealed my purpose, He needed me to trust Him. Fully.

It was only through surrender that I began to see who I really was in Him. I began to understand how much meaning my life held in His eyes, and how He would use me as a disciple to minister to and serve other moms.

I have been blessed with a total of three pregnancies. A teen pregnancy, the birth of twins, and the birth of a beautiful baby boy who I was able to give back to God. Each of these pregnancies, I would say, took something from me, but truthfully, they all did the opposite. They gave my life so much meaning. Each moment held sacred rawness with my Father. He blessed my womb and trusted me with a role to carry out for Him.

When I was pregnant at sixteen and delivered at seventeen, I was still a child. I knew nothing about being a mother or having true responsibility. This was His first lesson in showing a girl who was lost how strong she really was. And how her boldness and determination were going to move so many other women. I remember feeling lonely, scared, and confused. I was supposed to surrender to Him, but how? A kid at seventeen is wild, but He saw more in me than I saw in myself. This was the beginning of the journey that led to the revealing of my purpose.

My twin pregnancy was amazing until it wasn’t. I will share more on each birth story later, but my twins were born at twenty-three weeks and five days. They were only half-baked, but the Lord said, “Trust Me.” So I did. Still wondering what to expect, each day brought fear of the unknown. It was a trying season, but a rewarding one. I was able to see how amazing our God is. Through it all, He was shaping me for an even greater role in caring for His children.

Finally, Aerick. With trisomy 13, he was given back to God at twenty-one weeks. This experience broke me, but it also opened my eyes. I realized these things happen to those who are called to help bring others out of their own moments of tribulation. Each birth story was unique and has shaped me into who I am today in Him. My testimonies now bring peace, calmness, and deeper faith to others.

Aericks little feeties.

“For we are his workmanship, created  in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared ahead of time  for us to do.”Ephesians 2:10 CSB

I watched a sermon by Philip Anthony where he spoke on Ephesians 2:10. That was the moment I understood how all this time, God had been pruning me for the role He is now trusting me with. Being an esthetician built my confidence. It helped me understand my clients’ emotions, engage in meaningful conversations, and speak into what God saw in me. Through this, I discovered my calling to serve women. The word doula means “a woman who serves.”

Through my daily encounters and quiet moments with Him, He made it clearer than ever that I am His unique masterpiece. I have been lovingly recreated in Christ, not just to be something, but to do something. God has already gone before me and laid out meaningful work that only I, in my exact places and seasons, can fulfill.

My calling as a mama, a doula, a mentor, and a writer is all part of the good works prepared for me. My job is to walk in them, not striving, but responding to grace, step by step, with faith. That is what Ephesians 2:10 means to me.

“Let the favor of the Lord our God be on us; establish for us the work of our hands — establish the work of our hands! ”Psalms 90:17 CSB

I also received a prophetic word while attending a conference in May of 2025, Psalm 90:17. It gave me even more confirmation that choosing to become a doula was not just a personal decision. It was a faithful response to a God-given pull. His favor rests on the obedient. “Establish the work of our hands” means to make it firm, give it a lasting impact, and make it truly count. This is not just about doing a job. This is about planting seeds of generational healing and helping to shape birth stories that shift legacies. I asked Him to make my work matter, and this verse confirmed that He already had. He had whispered it over this season of my life, and I chose it in faith.

Becoming a doula is not just support. It is sacred work. I believe He is establishing it. I believe His favor rests on it. I believe He is using my hands, my heart, and my surrender to build something eternal.

Becoming a doula matters to me because it reveals the Lord’s redemption in my life. He is a restorer, and He has healed me through the work of my hands. Motherhood fuels me because I have a Father who believes in me every step of the way. I was just a sixteen-year-old girl when He gave me the role that would start all of this. The journey began there. My heart for motherhood grows stronger each day. That passion is rooted in God’s faithfulness and the experiences He entrusted to me.

I feel led to advocate in spaces where women feel voiceless. To provide knowledge where it is lacking or underdeveloped. He has built my capacity to be what I am now, a space holder for the hurting and the healing. In every encounter I have with Him, He builds me up and strengthens me for the call.

I was made for such a time as this. I have declared this thirtieth year to be my Esther year. I am walking in boldness and trusting Him every step of the way. It breaks my heart to know there are women doing this alone, without the support they deserve. Women have supported one another through birth for generations. I want moms to feel seen, held, and empowered. I want them to heal parts of themselves during this process. Because they can do big, hard things.

Ephesians 2:10 reminds us that as moms, we are God’s beautifully designed creations, made new in Him to carry out sacred, everyday work that He has already prepared for us. That work includes nurturing, guiding, and loving our children with purpose. I am called to support, encourage, and walk alongside mothers, especially those in the newborn and postpartum season- by offering wisdom, empathy, and the hope of Christ.

I want to bridge the gap between faith and motherhood. To remind women that they are not alone in their exhaustion, fears, and identity struggles. I want to create a safe space for honesty, rest, and biblical encouragement in the early stages of motherhood. I have an unexplainable amount of love and tenderness to protect moms and their well-being. Your story matters. Each birth is sacred, unique, and just as important as another.

Each gift God gives you, you are meant to give back. This is my way. A doula. A woman who serves. He gave me a home to sanctify and pruned me during seasons of waiting. He was building in me wisdom, knowledge, and capacity. He humbled me and reminded me that I need Him more than anything to build what He has called me to do.

My pursuit of purpose has always been a path of sanctification. I am here to hold space. Not to fix, but to carry. This is more than a job. It is a ministry. The same support I once longed for is what I now offer. God has taken my past pain and shaped it for purpose.

What once broke me now fuels me.

Psalm 147:3

“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”