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5 Things Parenting is Teaching Me About God.

I’m a parent. God is a parent. It makes sense the two would intertwine. I thought I knew a little something about God before The Babe entered my world. His little life and the love I have for him have turned everything upside down… for the better. I have learned so much more about the intense, intentional and intelligent God that I serve. Here are just 5 of the things parenting is teaching me about God.

5. I care about what he cares about. Even the silliest, seemingly most insignificant things he does matters to me. I find myself staring in complete silence when The Babe marvels at the movement of his fingers, or when he sees his toys each morning. It’s as if they are new to him every day. But it’s not just the fun stuff I care about. I care about things that concern him, such as my friend’s cat who apparently stares at him the wrong way(?!), I’m there to sit with him and help him work it out. Or when his pacifier doesn’t seem to sit just right on those juicy lips… I’m there to help him get it situated. Everything he’s thinking about… I’m thinking about.

God cares about the details of our lives. He is intimate with all our ways and not a thought or emotion we have flies over His head. You’re one in a million to Him.

“What’s the price of a pet canary? Some loose change, right? And God cares what happens to it even more than you do. He pays even greater attention to you, down to the last detail—even numbering the hairs on your head! So don’t be afraid! You’re worth more than a million canaries.” Matthew 10: 29-31

4. I never REALLY leave him alone. It’s true what they say, “Moms have eyes in the backs of their heads!” I’m always watching The Babe’s every move. At night, I listen for his every breath through the monitor; if even a stir seems abnormal I’m jumping up to peek in and watch him in his sleep. Or, when I’m frantically cleaning up the back half of the house while he’s playing in his jumper in the living room, I’m secretly peering around the corner to check on him. It always amazes me when he bursts out crying thinking he’s alone and I’m literally right around the corner. Or when he cries during a bad dream, I’m there to run my fingers ever so delicately through his tousled hair, leaning in to “shush” him just enough to bring him back from his baby nightmare… all the while he never once wakes up to know my presence is real.

 We are never alone. Even through life’s deepest hurts and violations, we have a Comforter, a Friend who is near. When we don’t hear/see/feel God it’s usually because He’s doing His greatest work in our lives.


“The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.” Deuteronomy 31:8


3. I hate saying no to him, but I have to. This boy is such a bruiser. Even at 10 months old I’m convinced HE’S CONVINCED he can fly. Jumping off off our bed onto the hardwood floor would seem like a fantastic idea if left up to him. And that steak knife on the restaurant table? A superb new toy for sure! WRONG. He just can’t have everything he wants. And there’s a good reason for it. And the worst part for him is he won’t always get a satisfactory answer for why not. But it’s still what’s best for him, nonetheless.

There’s plenty of times I can’t fathom why God won’t answer a seemingly righteous or even dire prayer. But He does know best. He knows all. One day, whether it’s on this side of Heaven or the other, we will know why God didn’t say “yes” to some of our requests. And I am confident we will be glad… so very glad he said “no”.

“My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts, and my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine. For just as the heavens are higher than the earth, so my ways are higher than your ways and my thoughts higher than your thoughts.” Isaiah 55:8-9


 2. I cry when he cries. No tear is lost on me when my son cries. My heart aches just knowing that one day I won’t be there to shield him from a bully at school, catch him when he falls off his bike down the street, or guard his heart when his first love doesn’t turn out to be “the one”. Even worse is knowing one day I’ll inevitably hurt his feelings. Unlike God, I’m not perfect. I won’t do everything right… but I’ll be the first to cry with him and let him know everything will be OK.

God created emotions, understands them, and experiences them. As his children, when we are hurt, he hurts. He created our hearts and knows them well. He catches each tear we’ve cried, and holds them in his heart.

“You’ve kept track of my every toss and turn through the sleepless nights, each tear entered in your ledger, each ache written in your book.” Psalm 56:8


1. I’ll never stop loving him. My love for The Babe is not conditional. There is not one single thing he could do to destroy the love I have for him. He does not have to earn it, nor can he lose it. He will disappoint me and probably hurt my feelings a time or two. But it won’t change one thing about the steadfast love I have for him.

 God created love. God created us. He displayed his love for us upon a cross on a hill, giving up the one he loved most, in order to  make a way for us. He closed any gap that existed between us and him. That is love.  That is his love for YOU. You see, you cannot change his love for you any more than your child can change your love for them. It’s not conditional. It could never be earned. It is freely given. 

“For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 8:38,39


Dear Mama, God loves you.


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