To the Ladies of PROOF and the Ministers I Have Mentored and Ordained

Oil That Only Heaven Understands

When we look back over our lives, we know we came to the Lord carrying more than a jar of oil, we carried stories people judged, seasons they misunderstood, and battles they never saw. They remembered our failures but never witnessed the repentance, the shame we carried, or the nights we cried out for mercy. They saw the fragrance of our worship, not the crushing that produced it. But the Lord knew every weight and every tear, and He received our offering because it was honest and born from forgiveness deep enough to heal what life had broken.

Years ago, the Lord spoke prophetically over us. He declared that PROOF would not be easily moved, no matter the shaking or the assignment. He warned that we would enter a season of captivity as good figs, surrendered to His will, positioned among rebellious figs who would resist His correction. And He comforted us by naming us a faithful Royal Remnant, kingdom‑focused, single‑minded, preserved for a purpose we could not yet see.

We did not understand then what we are living out now. But every prophecy has proven true. We did not kneel at His feet to be seen; we came because we had been forgiven completely. Our praise carries the sound of battles survived, prayers whispered in secret, and victories won in faith. Our oil is precious because it was pressed from real sacrifice, and everything we pour out comes from lives God restored with His own hands.

As women who endured pruning and crushing, we stand together, guarding purpose, covering vulnerabilities, and honoring the anointing on each other’s life. We have become a living altar where forgiveness, endurance, and devotion meet, because God Himself is the One who joined us. We are the royal remnants He preserved, the women He positioned to shine in a time of darkness, the ones who refused to be moved. We are proof that praise grows out of healed places. We have walked through shadows and sunlight, through battles and victories, and still we stand steady, held by divine purpose. I have watched each of you rise with excellence, discipline, and grace, stepping into influence that reflects the God who shaped you. Your lives are the measurable fruit of obedience, pruning, and perseverance. And while you thank me for mentoring, guiding, and ordaining you, I thank you for guarding me, praying for me, and protecting the anointing on my life. You kept me grounded. You stood against the enemy when I was too weary to fight. You covered me in intercession, upheld me in seasons of crushing, and strengthened me to carry out my calling. The loyalty you showed was not human, it was prophetic fulfillment.

Whatever time remains, I offer it with gratitude. You have honored the gift and the office I carry, and you have blessed me more than you know. My inner circle became a fortress around me. It's rare, it's righteous and the kind of honor that builds altars. You are my legacy, my joy, my proof that God’s word never returns void. And when my voice can no longer rise in worship with yours, know that my gratitude will still echo in the places God has healed, and my prayers for you will remain in the hands of the One who keeps us all.

With all my love,

PJ

“I the Lord have called you in righteousness, and will hold your hand, and will keep you, and will give you as a covenant" (Isaiah 42:6).

WHEN GOD STEPS INTO THE PLACE WHERE YOUR STRENGTH ENDS

As a child, God taught me to hear His voice and to discern the spirits that move in and around His people. He told me not to be afraid of their faces, and He commanded me to speak His word with boldness, in season and out. In 1985, I heard Him say, “Teach My people,” and I have obeyed that assignment ever since.

I do not speak to exalt myself. I speak because I was commanded. I speak because the word reaches me first. I speak because I have walked with God long enough to know when He is pressing something upon His daughters. And in a time when so many are leaving this world, sometimes suddenly, I cannot afford to hold back what He gives me.

This message is for every woman who has poured out much, carried much, endured much, and given much. It is for those who are strong, yet tired, faithful, yet human, wise, yet in need of rest. If this word finds you, may it strengthen you, steady you, and remind you that God sees you.

A word for the women who have poured out much

I come to you as a woman who has walked with God for many decades, who has watched His faithfulness, and who has learned that His word comes to correct, to comfort, and to call us into a different way of being. This word reached me first. I had to eat it before I could offer it to you.

This is why I teach.  

This is why I discern.  

This is why I prophesy.  

This is why I speak to you now.

“In quietness and in trust shall be your strength.” — Isaiah 30:15

This verse was spoken to people who were exhausted from fighting battles in their own strength. They were running, striving, pushing, trying to fix everything themselves, and God gently told them:

Your strength will not come from doing more, your strength will come from resting in Me.

Here is the deeper meaning for women who have carried much:

1. Strength is found in stillness, not striving  

This scripture reminds you that you do not have to prove anything anymore.  

You do not have to keep giving until you are empty.  

You do not have to outrun your pain.  

God is saying, Let Me carry you now.

2. Quietness is not weakness, it is healing  

For those who have spent a lifetime pouring out, quietness can feel unfamiliar.  

But in this verse, quietness means peace, rest, release, and letting the soul breathe.  

It is God’s invitation to stop fighting alone.

3. Trust becomes the new source of strength  

Not trust in your body, which may be tired.  

Not trust in your past accomplishments.  

Not trust in your ability to keep giving.  

But trust in God’s faithfulness.  

It is a shift from “I must do more” to “God is enough for me now.”

4. It speaks to this season of your life  

Many of you have been warriors, givers, teachers, and servants.  

But this scripture tells you, Your strength in this season will not look like your strength in the last one.  

Now your strength is receiving, resting, trusting, allowing God to rebuild you, and letting others bless you.

5. It gently answers the quiet fear, “Did I do enough”  

This verse says, Your value is not in what you did, your strength is in who you trust.  

It frees you from performance.  

It frees you from guilt.  

It frees you from the pressure to keep giving beyond your capacity.

In short, Isaiah 30:15 is God whispering to His daughters,  

You do not have to fight anymore, let Me be your strength now.

A word about you, women of God

What you are sensing in yourselves, the weariness, the quiet heaviness, the longing for rest, is something many seasoned women in ministry quietly carry. This message resonates because it speaks to a universal truth about servants who have poured out for decades. It is not about my assignment; it is about the weight you have carried, often in silence, and the way God is now calling you to let Him strengthen you in a new way.

You are strong, but you are tired.  

You are faithful, but you are human.  

You are wise, but you still need rest.  

You have given much, but you rarely receive.  

You have carried others, but you seldom feel carried.

This word is a mirror for many.

Women who have survived childhood wounds, endured ministry battles, carried families, churches, and communities, kept giving even when empty, kept believing even when hurting, and kept serving even when unseen, often need the same reminder:

Your strength in this season will come from quietness and trust, not from striving.

I have simply sought to create a place where women leaders can breathe, exhale, and remember that they are God’s daughters before they are His servants. My desire has always been to make room for you to rest, to be seen, and to be strengthened again. I offer what God gives me, and I trust Him to do the rest in your lives.

A pastoral prayer for the women who need rest

Father, in the name of Jesus, I lift every daughter who feels this word in her spirit. You see the ones who are tired in their bodies, tired in their minds, and tired in their souls. You see the ones who have carried others for years, yet struggle to find a place to lay their own burdens down.

I pray especially for the woman who knows You have called her to rest, yet feels trapped by responsibility. She is trying to recover, but the weight of bills, obligations, and fear keeps her moving when her body is asking her to be still. Lord, You know her situation. You know her needs. You know the pressure she is under. You know the fear that whispers, “If I stop, everything will fall apart.”

Speak to her now. Remind her that You are her source, not her job. Remind her that You are her keeper, not her strength alone. Remind her that You are the One who sustains her life, her home, and her future. Let her know that obedience to Your call to rest is not weakness, it is wisdom.

Cover her mind with peace. Quiet the fear that rises when she thinks about stepping back. Strengthen her faith to trust You in the places where she has always trusted herself. Surround her with help, with support, with provision, and with the assurance that she will not lose what You have given her.

And for every woman under the sound of this prayer, I speak rest, clarity, and courage. Let them know that they do not have to earn Your love. They do not have to strive to be worthy. They do not have to push themselves beyond their limits to prove their faithfulness. You see them. You know them. You love them.

Teach them to breathe again. Teach them to trust again. Teach them to rest in You without fear of what they cannot control.

Let this be the year where they learn that quietness is strength, and trust is power, and rest is obedience.

In Jesus name, Amen.

Pastoral closing blessing

May the peace of God settle over every woman who receives this word. May His strength rise in the places where yours has grown thin. May His wisdom guide every decision you must make in the days ahead. And may His presence remind you that you are never walking alone. I speak grace over your homes, clarity over your minds, and rest over your spirits. May the Lord carry you in the places where you can no longer carry yourself.

Jacque Fielder, BTh/MCC 

Sr. Pastor,

Nabhi Christian Ministries