Daughters of the Sacred Promise
Stories of Strength, Surrender, and the Sacred Thread of Faith

 

A sacred retelling of the women whose stories shaped scripture and still shape us.

From queens and warriors to widows and unnamed seekers, Daughters of the Sacred Promise brings their voices to life with warmth, wonder, and wisdom. Each story is woven with scripture, reflection, and hope-reminding us that God’s promise was never just for the powerful, but for every woman willing to believe.

Their names may be scattered across pages, but their faith threads them together-into one sacred story that still speaks today.

Discover 10 untold stories of biblical women-queens, servants, mothers, and seekers-through the eyes of Rachael. Daughters of the Sacred Promise is a heartfelt journey of strength, surrender, and sacred faith, bringing ancient voices to life for today’s reader.

"The Lord gives the word;
the women who proclaim the good news are a great host."
- Psalm 68:11

 

 

For every girl who wonders if her story matters.
For every woman who has ever stood in the margins, wrestled with faith, or whispered a brave yes in the dark.

This book is for you.

Because from ancient scrolls to present-day souls,
God has never stopped choosing women.

-With love,
Savia

 

 

Lot’s Wife (Genesis 19:15-26)

The Woman Who Looked Back

 

From Rachael’s Heart

The beach was quiet now, long after the sun had slipped behind the horizon and painted the sky in fading streaks of peach and gray. The girls had spent the afternoon swimming-laughing, splashing, racing the waves until their cheeks were pink and their limbs were heavy with happy exhaustion.

Now, we sat on the sand, wrapped in towels that still smelled faintly of sunscreen and salt. The wind coming off the water was stronger than usual, tugging at loose strands of hair and sending little spirals of sand dancing along the shore.

Emily scooted closer, shivering slightly despite the heat that still clung to the air. Emily hugged her knees to her chest, her damp curls resting against my side.

I glanced down at them, my voice calm but steady.
“Sometimes, girls,” I said, “the stories we tell aren’t meant to make us feel cozy.”

Emily looked up, serious now.

“Some stories aren’t told to comfort us-but to caution us. To help us remember what happens when we trust fear more than faith.”

They nodded slowly, the hush of the waves filling the space between us.

“This is one of those stories,” I said. “It’s about a woman whose name we were never given… but whose single moment of hesitation cost her everything.”

I drew a small line in the sand with my finger.

“She was Lot’s wife.”

 

A City on the Brink

“She was married to Lot, Abraham’s nephew. They lived in the city of Sodom, a place filled with wickedness and cruelty. But it was home. Her children had been born there. Her house was built there. Her memories lived in its streets.”

“She had two daughters-girls with their own lives, their own dreams. And though Scripture does not give her name, I imagine she was a mother like any other: keeping oil lamps burning, watching for danger, pressing blessings into her daughters’ hair at night.”

“But Sodom was not safe.”

“When two angels came to their home one evening, sent by God to destroy the city, the people of Sodom responded not with hospitality, but with violence.”

“They came banging on the door, demanding to harm the visitors. And in a moment that still grieves me deeply…”

My voice caught.

“…Lot offered them his daughters instead. ‘Take them,’ he said. ‘They’ve never been with a man.’”

“Can you imagine how Lot’s wife must have felt? Watching her husband offer their daughters to wicked men-to protect strangers?”

“Her world must have cracked right then. A home where family was not safe. A husband she could no longer trust. A city she’d tried to love, now exposed for what it was.”

 

The Escape and the Warning

“The angels pulled Lot back inside and struck the mob with blindness. Then they warned the family:
‘Flee. Don’t stop. Don’t look back. This city will be destroyed.’
(Genesis 19:17)”

“And so, at dawn, they ran.”

“Lot, his wife, and their two daughters hurried toward the hills as fire and brimstone began to rain from the sky.”

“It was terror. And grief. And urgency. The smoke of judgment rising behind them.”

“And then…”

My voice softened.

“…she turned.”

 

A Pillar of Salt

“She looked back.”

“Not just with her eyes, I think-but with her heart.”

“Maybe she missed her home. Maybe she thought of her friends. Maybe she still believed she could have made it better. Maybe the weight of all she was losing-her past, her memories, her dreams-was too much to bear.”

“And in that single moment, her body stilled.”

“She became a pillar of salt-frozen in place, a monument of warning.”

“The others kept going. But she remained, staring into what could no longer be saved.”

 

 Why Lot’s Wife Matters

Emily’s voice broke the silence. “But… wasn’t she just sad?”

“She was,” I nodded. “But sometimes sorrow keeps us stuck. And this story reminds us:

• That when God calls us out of destruction, we must not anchor ourselves to what He’s leaving behind.
• That it’s not only wickedness that traps us-but nostalgia.
• And that even when we don’t understand what’s ahead, we must keep moving toward it in faith.”

“Lot’s wife wasn’t evil. But she couldn’t let go.”

“She couldn’t trust that what lay ahead could ever be better than what was behind.”

 

A Word for You

Maybe you’ve had to walk away from something hard. Maybe a part of you keeps looking back-wishing, wondering, aching for the past.

Lot’s wife’s story is for you.

She teaches us that longing for what God has rescued us from can cost us the life we’re meant to step into.

Yes, change is painful. Yes, it hurts to leave behind the familiar. But you cannot move forward while chained to what was.

You are not meant to live frozen in regret. You are meant to walk-step by trembling step-toward the promise of something new.

Don’t look back, daughter.

Look ahead.

Because even if the path forward is steep, it is also sacred