Lessons from My Kids
What My Kids Are Teaching Me About God
There’s something about being a parent that constantly humbles you. Some lessons come through exhaustion, others through joy—but many of the most powerful ones, I’ve found, come quietly. They show up in the middle of everyday moments. Little things my kids do, or say, that stops me in my tracks and gently reveals something about the heart of God.
I’ve been paying attention to the way my children interact with me and their dad. They often seek to be close to us as much as possible. They don’t look for a platform to impress anyone or earn anything. What they want—more than anything—is to be close. They crawl into my lap without asking. They hold my hand. They sit next to me just because they want to. They feel safe with us. Known. Loved. Children, like my little daughter will come close to me, simply to say, “I love you mommy”.
They love to see me smile and feel sad when I’m hurting—not because they want my approval, but because they love me. They don’t love us because we do everything perfectly (far from it). They love us simply because we’re theirs. And in return, they don’t question if they are loved. They know—deep down—that our love for them is secure.
They tell us everything—their questions, their dreams, their frustrations, the random thoughts in their heads. Sometimes it’s beautiful. Sometimes it’s exhausting. (I’ll be honest: I’ve had days when I didn’t think I could take one more “Mommmyyyyy!”)
But even when I’m worn out, something about those moments speaks to me. Because I know my Father in Heaven is never tired of hearing from me.
In fact, He longs for it.
He wants my whole heart—not just my prayer requests or crisis moments, but the real, unfiltered me. The parts I think are too small, too messy, or too repetitive. He isn’t like me in my weak moments—tired and stretched thin.
And I wonder how often I forget that.
How often do I come to God like a weary adult—trying to get the words just right, trying to be efficient, trying to “earn” time with Him—when what He wants is for me to come like my kids come to me?
Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” — Matthew 19:14 (NIV)
That wasn’t just a cute moment in scripture. It was an invitation. A reminder that there is something about childlike faith that reveals the heart of God more than intellect or effort ever could.
I want to be the kind of daughter who climbs into her Father’s arms without hesitation. Who shares her heart freely. Who loves not because I need something, but because I’ve already been given everything.
And I want to raise my kids to do the same.
With Love,
Ejiro
If this reflection resonated with you, feel free to share it or leave a comment and consider becoming a paid subscriber. I’d love to hear the ways your kids (or the kids in your life) have revealed glimpses of God’s heart to you. 💛