Little Love has a bedtime book called Snuggle Time Psalms. There's the sweetest rendition of Psalm 91 that describes God as a Mommy bird, keeping a little baby warm and safe.
"As for you, the one who lives in the shelter of the Most High,
and resides in the protective shadow of the Sovereign One--
I say this about the LORD, my shelter and my stronghold,
my God in whom I trust--
God will certainly rescue you from the snare of the hunter and from the destructive plague.
God will shelter you with (Mama bird) wings;
You will find safety under God's wings." -Psalm 91:1-4 NET.
It's funny how a book for my own child challenges my thinking about God as mothering. I've known God to be caring. I've known God to be protective. I've known God to be powerful and gentle all at once. I've known God to be slow to anger, compassionate, kind and just. So why not mothering?
I take obnoxious care to refer to God as "God" and without pronouns for my Little Love. We're in the stage of potty training where we talk about penises more than I hope we will in the future. I want my own child to have a large enough perception of God's holiness to not insist that God has a penis, too. Yet here in the mess of a national Church obsessed with gender issues, we see that God shelters and gives safety. It's what Mama birds do. Comforting. Rescuing. Protecting.
I have been blessed with an abundance of mothers in my life. My biological family is blessed with excellent mothers at every generation. By marriage and friendship, Church fellowship and intentional pursuit, I am grateful for a tribe of mothers who showcase God's greatest strengths. I mother because I am mothered well.
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