This March, my heart is honouring Anna the Prophetess (Luke 2:36–38).

She wasn’t introduced by scandal.

She wasn’t reduced to widowhood.

She wasn’t defined by motherhood.

She was named.

Anna.

Prophetess.

Faithful.

Rooted.

Present.

Her fruit wasn’t in children — it was in discernment.

Her ministry wasn’t loud — it was consistent.

Her reward? She recognised Jesus when He entered the temple.

May we be women who stay.

Women who discern.

Women who are known by heaven — even if overlooked by earth.