Motherhood is Worship

This morning, I woke up and saw an ad for a t-shirt that read, "Motherhood is Worship." And I just stopped. Yes— that’s it. That’s my heart. It’s what I’ve been speaking about for years, but even more, it’s what I’ve been trying to live.

And yes, I’m definitely writing this post for Mother’s Day.
Happy, beautiful Mother’s Day to you!

To the mama with a full house and a full heart — may you feel seen in the chaos and joy alike.

To the mama-to-be, waiting with hope — your body is a sacred place of promise.

To the one who has known loss — of a child, of a dream, of a spouse — your tears are precious to God, and you are not forgotten.

To the single mother doing the work of two — you are not alone. Heaven sees you, and honor is written all over your every unseen sacrifice.

To the mama waiting to become one, aching in the in-between — your longing is not lost on the Miracle Maker. The One who formed your heart sees every silent tear. He is faithful, even here.

To the newly divorced mama — you may feel like everything has shifted, but you are not alone in this rebuilding. The God who binds the brokenhearted walks closely beside you.

To the adoptive mama, the foster mama, the spiritual mama — your love builds legacies beyond bloodlines.

To the weary, overwhelmed, or heartbroken mother — may you find deep rest today in the arms of the One who calls you beloved.

To the ones who mother without ever being called "Mom" — the aunties, mentors, and sisters — your quiet love, steady presence, and nurturing spirit carry something sacred. You reflect the heart of God in ways the world may not always name, but heaven surely sees.

Whoever you are, wherever you find yourself on this day — may you feel deeply known. Motherhood takes many forms, but it always carries the heartbeat of God: selfless love, fierce protection, and seeds of legacy sown in faithfulness.

And if you’re reading this on any other day — rest assured, this still holds true. Because motherhood isn’t something we celebrate just once a year. It’s sacred, every single day. It’s the quiet moments, the unseen sacrifices, the love poured out in ways that often go unnoticed. I know you know this truth, deep in your heart. The weight, the beauty, the constant rhythm of it. Motherhood is worship, and it’s lived out in every act of love, whether it’s Mother’s Day or just another Tuesday.

1. Worship is Surrender

What Is Worship, Really?
Not just a song. Not just a moment with hands raised and music playing.
But a whole life laid down.

A surrendered, poured-out, love-soaked life.

And if that doesn’t sound like motherhood, I don’t know what does.

Because when God promoted you to Mama — yes, promoted — something shifted.
Heaven rejoiced, but earth… started whispering lies.

“Don’t lose yourself.”
“Don’t let the baby slow you down.”
“Go back to work fast — don’t fall behind.”
“Breastfeeding? That’ll ruin your body.”
“Stretch marks? Fix them.”
“Don’t sacrifice — be everything you were before, just with a baby on your hip.”

But here’s the truth: Motherhood is not a detour. It’s an altar.
It’s not less than. It’s not second-class.
It’s holy ground.

You’re not losing yourself — you’re being formed.
You’re not falling behind — you’re building something eternal.
You’re not giving up — you’re laying down your life in worship.

And God sees it all.

Every diaper changed, every sleepless night, every whispered prayer over your child’s crib…
It’s worship.
It’s glory in the hidden places.

Every time you feel like you're missing out — and yes there are many.
because you can’t make it to Sunday service,
because you're in the nursery rocking a teething baby,
because you're wiping a tear-streaked face instead of lifting your hands in worship,

Every time a powerful preacher comes to town and you’re home with your child…
Every time the Bible study group meets and you're scrubbing dishes,
Every time mission trips are announced and you're packing lunchboxes instead,

You wonder… Am I doing enough?
Did I somehow miss my calling?
Did I trade the holy for the ordinary?

But sister, hear this: You are not missing out. You are walking in the middle of your assignment.
You haven’t stepped away from the altar — you’ve stepped into it.

Your living room, your kitchen, your child’s bedroom at midnight — these are your holy places.
You are not benched. You are not behind.
You are in the center of sacred ground.

Because Jesus didn’t only show up in temples.
He showed up at wells, in homes, on dusty roads —
And He shows up now in the baby’s cry, the crumbs underfoot, the chaos you’re stewarding in love.

This is worship.
This is sacrifice.
This is glory hidden in the mundane.

You haven’t missed your moment. You’re living it.
And heaven sees it all.

What if this were true, I mean really really true, don’t wait to feel like you are doing your assignment, but step into it, today, now, everyday. 

It is a choice made daily, not by the strong, but by the surrendered heart—the heart that sees beyond the glittering lies, beyond the tempting call of something "greater." It is the quiet decision to remain. To nurture the ministry at home, even when the world whispers of more thrilling missions, more glamorous callings, and yes, unfortunately, even when the church chimes in with its own idea of what’s “greater.. For here, in the hidden spaces, is where God has planted you, and in this humble obedience, the deepest transformation blooms.

In Romans 12:1 Paul says. 

"Beloved friends, what should be our proper response to God’s marvelous mercies? I encourage you to surrender yourselves to God to be his sacred, living sacrifices. And live in holiness, experiencing all that delights his heart. For this becomes your genuine expression of worship.

Let’s just pause for a moment. I know—it’s probably not the most strategic time to reflect. But I sense this isn’t something we should just scroll past. Without the Holy Spirit renewing our minds, we can easily nod along to the beautiful slogan “Motherhood is worship”—and still miss the quiet lies underneath. The ones that keep pulling us back. The ones that feed the frustration that rises, day after day, when we look around and see how other moms seem to have it all together.

Make yourselves comfortable, and ask:
Jesus, am I believing a lie about motherhood?

Then pause.

Write down what you sense.
Maybe you’ll see a picture.
Maybe He’ll bring you back to a moment—a memory, a phrase someone once spoke over you.
Maybe you’ll hear a word. (Yes, it might sound just like your own thoughts.)

But don’t dismiss it.
Don’t underestimate what can happen when we open ourselves up to heaven—right now, right where you are.
He is speaking.

Now, gently ask Jesus:
Is there anyone I need to forgive—someone who helped me believe this lie?

Wait. Let Him show you.

When a name or moment comes to mind, choose to forgive.

"Jesus, I choose to forgive ______ for ______."

Let it go. Hand it over.

Then ask:
Jesus, what truth do You want to speak over me now?

Write it down. These are pearls. Treasures you’ll want to return to.

And finally, ask Him:
Jesus, do You have a gift for me right now?

It might come as a word, a picture, a feeling, or a promise.

Write it down. Hold it close.
He is generous. And He loves to give good gifts to His children.

2. Worship is Obedience

"If you love me, keep my commandments.” John 14:15

True worship flows from a heart that trusts God enough to obey Him.
It’s not rooted in a moment of emotion,
but in a life that says yes—again and again.

Obedience.
Not our favorite word, am I right'?
It rarely feels easy.
It hardly ever feels glamorous.
And it almost never comes naturally.

But obedience is worship.

It’s the kind of worship that shows up
when nothing makes sense,
when clarity is lacking,
when the cost feels high—
but we still choose to trust.
We trust our Father who is good,
who holds hope and a future for us.

Take a moment.
Slow down.
Breathe.

Ask Jesus:
What are You asking me to obey right now in my motherhood?
And where am I struggling to trust You in it?

Let Him speak.
He’s not asking to expose you.
He’s inviting you deeper—into freedom,
into His heart,
into worship.

3. Worship is Service

"Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters.” Colossians 3:23–24

Every meal made in love,
every correction with grace,
every tear cried in secret over a child’s future—
He sees it all.

Deuteronomy 6 calls us
to impress His truth upon our children—
when we sit, when we walk,
when we rise and when we lie down.
This isn’t just parenting.
It’s legacy-building.
It’s a holy commissioning.

Proverbs 31 says her children rise and call her blessed—
but that blessing doesn’t start when they’re grown.
It starts in the unseen.
In your quiet yes.
In the “again and again” faithfulness.

Motherhood is worship
because it shapes eternity.
You are raising image-bearers,
truth-carriers,
world-changers.
And every seed you plant in love,
every act of obedience in the mundane,
will speak for generations.

This isn’t small.
This is kingdom work.
This is legacy.
This is worship.

Read it again, 

This isn’t small.
This is kingdom work.
This is legacy.
This is worship.

My heart is heavy for moms today.
For the moms of now, and the moms of generations past.

Since the very beginning, the enemy has been after the seed.
If he couldn’t destroy it, he’d try to distort it.
If he couldn’t stop the child,
he’d whisper to the mother:
“You’re not enough.”
“This doesn’t matter.”
“You’re just a mom.”

Lies. All of them.
Lies meant to silence, to shame, to steal the glory of what it means to carry, nurture, and raise up the next generation.

But God is speaking louder.
His Word is louder.
His Word is truth.

“Children are a heritage from the Lord,
offspring a reward from Him.”
(Psalm 127:3)

Every child is a gift.
And so is the one who carries them.

You, mama.
Yes, you who feel invisible in the mess and mundane.
You who quietly carry so much without applause.
You who have believed that your calling is somehow lesser, because it looks like laundry and lullabies instead of stages and spotlights—

You are part of heaven’s plan.

And heaven does not measure greatness the way the world does.
Heaven sees sacrifice as worship.
Heaven sees your faithfulness in the hidden places.
Heaven calls you blessed.

So today, I just want to say:
Lift your head.
You are seen.
You are chosen.
You are carrying out something eternal.

And the world may not notice…
But heaven does.