Not a Side Character: Reclaiming the Divine Feminine in My Faith

For a long time, I felt like a side character in the story of Christianity—needed but not central, welcomed but not essential. The language I heard most often in church was male: God the Father, Christ the Son, He, Him, Lord. I didn’t see myself in the Divine. I didn’t feel reflected. And somewhere deep down, I began to wonder if maybe I was just meant to stay on the edges—supportive, small, sidelined.

But that’s not the whole story. That’s not even God’s story.

You see, before I found my home in Christianity, I walked another path. I was pagan.

And in that season of my life, I came to understand the Divine not only as strong and sovereign, but as feminine—intuitive, nurturing, fierce, creative, deeply present. That imagery stayed with me. It became a lens I carried forward, even when I didn’t have the words for it in church.

And then I began to see it again.

In Scripture, God is not only a Father. God is a mother hen gathering her chicks. A woman searching diligently for her coin. Wisdom—Sophia—crying out in the streets.

The Spirit, Ruach, feminine in both word and energy. The Divine Parent is not either/or. The Divine Parent is both/and.

I realized I had never been a side character. I was just looking through the wrong lens.

I am made in God’s image. I carry something essential and irreplaceable. My motherhood, my softness, my strength, my intuition, my desire to nurture—all of these are reflections of who God is. Not separate from God. Of God.

This has changed how I pray. How I lead. How I mother. How I believe.

And maybe, just maybe, it will help someone else feel less like an afterthought and more like what they truly are: a living, breathing reflection of the Divine.