A Glimpse of His Love

Motherhood has challenged my patience more than anything else in my life.

And somehow at the very same time… it has fulfilled every deep need I have ever had for love, purpose, adventure, and connection.

I love being a mom.

Not just in the big milestone moments, but all the ordinary ones too.

I love raising boys who play in the dirt, love animals, and come inside smelling like sunshine, gasoline, and outside air. I love that our life swings somewhere between farming and grabbing McDonald’s fries on the way home from practice.

I love movie nights, sports events, and sleeping until we wake up on our own during summer break and random Saturdays. I love it when bedtime gets pushed back because nobody is ready for the day to end yet.

And maybe this is an unpopular opinion… but I’m never really ready for my kids to leave.

I’m not the mom counting down until summer camp. I’m not the mom who can’t wait for school to start back after breaks, and I am not the mom who gets excited over an empty house. 

Now don’t get me wrong—I don’t want to homeschool. 😅 But I do always want them near me.

I like when they’re home. I like hearing them moving around the house. I like late-night snack requests and random conversations. I like praying over them before they fall asleep.

And if I’m being really honest… sometimes I still feel a little irritated when they ask to go somewhere else. Not because I don’t want them to go. I do. I understand they need autonomy. Friendship. Adventure. Independence. But there’s a part of me that just genuinely enjoys their company.

I come by that honestly. My mom was the same way. She was always part of my circle growing up. I never felt embarrassed to have my mom around. Actually, sometimes people came over because of my mom more than us. Now, she’s an incredible grandmother, too.

She often says something that makes me laugh out loud. She says:

“The hardest thing about being a grandmother is letting your children raise your grandchildren.” 😂

And while it’s funny… there’s truth in it too. When she said it the other day to friends at the
dinner table, immediately my mind went to God. How he must feel all the same things that I mentioned... All the moments that I give to him... The random conversations, the stolen free moments to just sit with him at the end of the day, the adventure that brings all the hallelujahs, and the leaning on him in the heavy times. And even the irritation when I choose something else.....

How must it feel sometimes for Him to watch His children raise His children?

To give love, wisdom, truth, guidance… and then allow us room to choose.

Room to grow.
Room to learn.
Room to get it wrong sometimes.

And somehow… He still trusts us with the honor of motherhood and fatherhood anyway.

Scripture says:

“For You created my inmost being;
You knit me together in my mother’s womb.”
— Psalm 139:13

I’ve read that verse so many times. But with Mother's Day coming up, I’ve been thinking about the fact that God didn’t need us in order to create life. He chose to involve us. He allowed mothers to participate in something holy so that maybe—just maybe—we could understand even the smallest glimpse of His love for us. That overwhelming connection. That fierce protectiveness. That desire to always have your children near.

Now that I’m a mother… I understand differently why Scripture says:

“Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.”
— Hebrews 13:5

Of course He doesn’t want to leave us.

Of course He pursues us when we wander.

Of course His heart breaks when we make choices that hurt us.

I feel a tiny fraction of that every single day as a mom.

And when I make mistakes—and I do—He’s not only forgiving me as my Heavenly Father…

He’s also lovingly helping me parent His children.

That thought humbles me more than I can explain.

Motherhood has made me understand God’s love in ways I never could have before, and I still fully can't comprehend His perfect love. But, I get to love them,  because he first loved me. He chose me! He made me their mother.... and OH how I love them!!! All of them!! The 2 I was blessed to birth and the 2 He has graciously grafted in and all the bonus kids that have come and gone in ministry!!

It is enough to recognize this truth:

If I love my children this much imperfectly… how much greater must His love for us be? (Matthew 7:10-12)

See what love the Father has lavished on us that we should be called the children of God!  1 John 3:1


How has love—whether as a parent, child, or caregiver—helped you better understand the heart of God?


Lord, thank You for the gift of motherhood and for the ways it reflects Your love for us. Help me parent with grace, patience, wisdom, and joy. Remind me that even when I fall short, You are still guiding me as I guide my children, caring for and loving them even more than I do. Thank You for never leaving us, never forsaking us, and loving us perfectly. Amen.


- Happy Mother's Day, Mom! I have the very best! 🩷🎕


Until next time, keep following the Plott, and I will be praying for us all. 💛

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