For the One Who Taught Me How to Pray!
There are some women whose presence never leaves.Even when they’re no longer physically here.
My mama is one of them. This Mother’s Day, I feel her more than ever not in the way people talk about remembering, but in the knowing that she’s still with me.Still guiding me. Still praying for me just from a different realm.
My purpose began long before I came to this earth. But when my mother passed…
that’s when it ignited.
It’s hard to explain, but something in me shifted the day I lost her. Something sacred opened up. Like heaven leaned down and whispered,
“Now, you lead with everything she gave you.” And I did.
Like David in the Bible, who faced impossible odds but walked in divine purpose because he knew where his strength came from…I’ve come to understand that my power isn’t mine alone. It comes from her.
- From the prayers she spoke over me when I was still in her arms.
- From the faith she carried in her bones.
- From the softness she led with, even when life tried to harden her.
She gave me more than life. She gave me a connection to the Spirit that I couldn’t have created on my own. A supernatural channel—raw, intimate, unexplainable.One that still wakes me up in the middle of the night. One that reminds me I’m not doing any of this alone.
This is why I create.
This is why I pray.
This is why I pour my heart into Aura by Lisaura because I want every woman who’s ever loved deeply, lost painfully, or carried silent strength…to feel seen.To feel covered. To feel like she has a place where her spirit is not only safe—but celebrated.
Mother’s Day! It’s about mothering energy. The sacred frequency that lives in all of us—
whether you’re a mama, longing to be one, healing from your relationship with your own, or simply learning how to mother yourself with more tenderness.
You are held.
You are holy.
You are part of a lineage of love that goes beyond this lifetime.
And this weekend, I want to honor that. With a simple invitation:
26% Off to honor that energy!
Not because you need anything…but because maybe you need a reminder.
A ritual. A sacred pause.
To gift yourself or someone you love a symbol of the light we come from. And the light we continue to be.
This is for her.
For you.
For every prayer that still holds us.
I wrote this with my mom in my heart, her prayers still wrapped around my soul like armor. But this is also for every woman who mothered me in her absence. For the aunties, mentors, sisters, friends, and chosen family who held space for my healing, reminded me of who I am, and poured love into the cracks grief left behind. I am here because of my mom. But I’ve grown into who I am because of the mothering energy that surrounded me when she returned to heaven.
This is for all of them. All of you.
With all my love,
Your sis,
Lisaura
