“I trust that God doesn’t make mistakes.
That even in my weakness, He strengthens me for the task” .

E. H Abraham

Did My Children Choose Me? A Mother’s Wondering of Heaven’s Design.

There are moments in motherhood when the questions get quieter, but deeper.

Not about nappies, routines, or sleep schedules…
But about eternity. About destiny. About the sacred mystery of it all.

Lately, I’ve been sitting with one such question:
Did my children choose me before they came to earth?

It may sound strange. But if you’re a woman of faith, or simply a mother with a spiritual heart, you’ve probably felt something similar.
A knowing. A sense that there’s more to motherhood than biology or coincidence.

Is it possible that, before the foundations of the world were laid, my children knew me?
That they whispered a yes in heaven and trusted me with their lives? Even with my flaws, fears, and fragile humanity?

Or perhaps it was God who chose.
The same God who spoke in Jeremiah 1:5:
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you; Before you were born I sanctified you…”

What a breathtaking thought.
He knew us before the womb ever did.

That means our children were known long before they were conceived.
They were sanctified, set apart.
Not just as babies, but as assignments. As gifts. As heaven’s intentions wrapped in human form.

So maybe the question isn’t just whether they chose us…
Maybe it’s also: Whom did God choose us for?

Wrestling with the Harder Question.

Of course, this leads to a more painful thought.
If God knows us before the womb, If every child is seen, formed, and sanctified in His plan,
Then why are some born into such darkness?

Why are so many babies placed in the hands of abusers, rapists, or neglectful parents?
Why do some children grow up never knowing love, never knowing safety?

It hurts to even ask.
And while I don’t have all the answers, I do believe this:

This brokenness was never God’s intention.

He gives the gift of life, but human will, sin, and spiritual warfare shape what happens in the earthly realm.
Still, He doesn’t abandon the child.
Even in the deepest trauma, He works for their good, raising up people, moments, and miracles to rewrite their stories.

Sometimes, children born into pain grow into warriors of healing.
They become the ones who break generational curses.
They speak up. They rise. They mother differently.

So even when the story begins in sorrow, God can still bring it into purpose.

Chosen to Be Their Mother.

And then, I look at my own children.
Each so unique. Each with a different fire in their eyes.
Each with a purpose that feels bigger than me.

Why me, Lord?

I’m not the perfect mum.
I get tired. I make mistakes. I cry behind closed doors and wonder if I’m giving them enough. If I AM enough.

And yet… they came.
They were assigned to me.
In all my humanity, they still found their way to my womb.
And somehow, we fit.

I don’t think that’s an accident.
I believe God looks at a woman’s life, her history, her pain, her heart and says:
“This one. She will shape that child in the way no one else could.”

And perhaps, even in eternity, their tiny souls whispered yes:
“I choose her. I trust her. I’ll grow inside her story.”

For the Women Still Waiting,

If you are a woman reading this and you’re still waiting for children of your own, Whether through birth, adoption, or another sacred path, Know this:

God has not forgotten you.

He is the Author of life.
He is the One who forms children and calls mothers.
And He still writes beautiful stories.

Perhaps the child coming to you will be one who needs a redemption arc.
A child chosen by God to be planted in your healing, your love, your arms.

Or perhaps God is using your current season to mother through mentorship, love, teaching, or spiritual covering.
Motherhood is not always biological. It is deeply spiritual.

I may never fully know if my children chose me,
But I know the One who chose them.
And I trust Him.

I trust that He doesn’t make mistakes.
That even in my weakness, He strengthens me for the task.
And that in the eyes of heaven, this motherhood journey is a sacred assignment.

So I will continue to raise them with reverence.
With prayer. With purpose.
And with a humble heart that says:
“Thank You, God… for choosing me.”

Jeremiah 1:5 – “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you…”

Psalm 139:13–16 – “You knit me together in my mother’s womb… all the days ordained for me were written in your book.”

Isaiah 49:1 – “Before I was born the Lord called me…”

Comment below on your personal journey in motherhood.

With love,

Harmonie 💜