Women are Called to Motherhood

“You’re just a stay-at-home mom?” I’ve heard the question before. You probably have, too. But today, I want to talk about why that “just” doesn’t belong anywhere near the word mother; especially if you’re following Jesus.

        In my Bible reading today, I read 1 Timothy 2:12-14. It is Paul saying

 “I do not permit a woman to teach or to exercise authority over man; rather, she is to remain quiet. For Adam was formed first, then Eve; and Adam was not deceived, but the woman was deceived and became a transgressor. Yet she will be saved through childbearing-if they continue in faith and love and holiness, with self-control.”     

Yikes. My initial reaction? Bristling. Defensive. My flesh wanted to jump to its feet and argue back: “That’s outdated!” “That doesn’t apply anymore!” “You think my worth is tied to bearing children? Really?”

And that’s coming from someone who has always wanted to be a mom. I’ve dreamed of it since I was little. But I also know exactly how the world would respond to this passage. I can already hear the comments:

"Women can do anything a man can do!"

"How dare you limit a woman’s role!"

"This is 2025, not the 1950s!”

"This kind of thinking is why women feel trapped!”

But as I sat there with the Word open and my heart tense, the Holy Spirit whispered something so gentle, so clear:

“That’s what the world is saying, now listen to my voice instead”

It stopped me in my tracks. Because He’s right; I know the voice of the world. Loud, aggressive, fast-moving. Always telling us we have to do more, be more, and never settle for “just” being home. But His voice? His voice invites peace, not panic. Purpose, not pressure.

And suddenly, I saw this passage in a whole new perspective.

The world says being "barefoot and pregnant" is weak. That being a stay-at-home mom is small-minded and wasteful. That raising children isn’t a calling; it’s a backup plan. But God? God calls it holy. He calls it work. He calls it sacred.

Motherhood isn’t some backup role we accept when we can’t “do more.” It is the more. Because when you become a mother, you become a teacher, a coach, a chef, a nurse, a counselor, a leader, a disciple-maker. You pour your entire self into shaping another human soul. You raise up the next generation with your hands and heart full; and the world barely blinks.

But Heaven notices.

God doesn’t just entrust us with new life; He entrusts us with new souls. Tiny, eternal souls that are watching our every move. And that calling? It is not small. It is massive. It’s more than reading Bible stories and praying before bed. It’s living it out daily. It’s how we respond when the day unravels. It’s how we treat our husbands when we’re tired. It’s how we show grace when we’re frustrated. It’s modeling self-control when everything inside wants to snap.

The truth is: it feels insignificant because it’s quiet.

Because no one’s clapping when you fold the 10th load of laundry.

Because there are no trophies for teaching your toddler to say “thank you.”

Because our work happens behind closed doors, without a platform or a paycheck.

But the reward isn’t earthly applause; it’s eternal fruit. And if the world thinks it’s boring? Let it. If they don’t understand the weight of motherhood? That’s okay.

Our Father does.

He sees the late nights, the stretched patience, the weary prayers. He sees the sacrifice. And He blesses it. Not because it's flashy, but because it's faithful.

Look, I’m not saying every woman will become a biological mother. There are exceptions. Life doesn’t always follow a tidy script. But I do believe that, as a whole, Christian women are called to the home. And it’s not something to be ashamed of. It’s something to hold with honor.

Someone has to do this sacred work. And I’m so incredibly grateful it gets to be me.

I don’t get a paycheck.

I don’t have a title.

I don’t wear high heels to staff meetings or lead company retreats.

But I get something sweeter. I get to be the first voice my children hear in the morning. I get to speak truth into their lives before the world ever gets a chance to lie to them. I get to lay down my life in small ways, every day, and in doing so, I catch a glimpse of how Jesus laid His down for me.

That’s not lesser work. That’s Gospel work.

So the next time someone rolls their eyes and says, “Oh, you’re just a stay-at-home mom?”

You can smile and say, "No, I’m raising the ones who will grow up to shape culture, lead homes, and carry truth."

Because their opinion doesn’t matter.

His does.

And He calls it good.