There are days I still feel like a little girl trying to carry grown things with trembling hands.
Days I smile at everyone in the room while silently praying nobody notices how tired my heart really is.
And maybe that’s why I love God the way I do.
Not because I have always been strong in faith,
but because He has been gentle with me when life was not.
Because somehow, the God who hung the stars in the sky still bends low enough to hold the ache inside a human heart.
“As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you.” Isaiah 66:13
I think sometimes we forget that God’s love is not cold. It is not distant. It is not rules and fear and trying harder.
His love nurtures. It stays. It listens to the crying we never say out loud.
Like the nights we lay awake worrying about our children, our marriages, our loneliness, our futures.
The prayers we whisper while folding laundry,
driving home exhausted, or standing in the kitchen trying not to fall apart.
And still—He remains.
“The Lord is compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, abounding in love.” Psalm 103:8
I have spent so much of my life trying to earn peace. Trying to prove I was worthy of love. Trying to become “enough” before coming to God.
But Jesus has never asked me to clean myself up before reaching for Him.
He simply says:
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28
And maybe that is what I want all of us to remember tonight.
That we need Him. Not just on the hard days.
Not just when tragedy strikes. Not just when our prayers are desperate.
We need Him in the ordinary moments too.
Because without Him:
I become anxious trying to control everything.
I become empty from pouring without being filled.
I become someone constantly searching for validation that only God can truly give.
But with Him:
There is rest for my soul.
There is identity beyond performance.
There is love that does not leave when I fail, doubt, or break.
What kind of love is that?
A love that stays even when we wander.
A love that feeds us spiritually when we are starving emotionally.
A love that covers us softly like a blanket on the nights we don’t feel strong anymore.
Sometimes I think God mothers our hearts in ways we don’t even notice.
In conviction that protects us.
In mercy that meets us.
In provision we almost overlooked.
In the quiet strength He gives us to get up one more day.
And maybe being a woman of God is not about pretending we have it all together.
Maybe it is simply this:
Coming undone in His presence and letting Him love us there.
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” Psalm 34:18
So tonight, for every mother, every exhausted heart, every friend silently carrying grief, every soul trying so hard to be strong—
I pray we remember that God never intended for us to do this life alone.
He is our comfort. Our shelter. Our daily bread.
Our safe place. Our Father with the tenderness of a mother’s embrace.
And honestly, I do not know where I would be without Him.
Because when the world felt loud, He stayed gentle.
When I felt unlovable, He stayed faithful.
When I lost pieces of myself, He kept calling me “daughter.”
“See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God!” 1 John 3:1
And that kind of love changes everything.
As a Mother Loves, So the Father Loves
