I grew up calling God “He.”
He was a Father. A Lord. A Ruler. A King.
He was always above, always in charge.
And I, as a girl, was taught to obey Him — to submit, to serve, to be small in His presence.
But somewhere along the way, I began to wonder:
If I was made in the image of God, where was She in the story?
Why did every version of God I was handed feel so far away from the parts of myself that were soft, intuitive, embodied, emotional, and feminine?
Why was silence rewarded, and questioning seen as rebellion?
I didn’t stop believing in God.
But I stopped believing in the version of God that required my erasure.
The one who only spoke through men.
The one who only expected my obedience but never my fullness.
I began to meet God in new ways –
In the earth.
In my breath.
In my body.
In my boundaries.
In the voices of women who told the truth and didn’t apologise for it .
And I met Her there.
Not a God who punished, but a God who mothered.
Who waited for me with gentleness.
Who held my questions without flinching.
Who whispered, “ You were never too much for Me!”
✨Why I Call God “She”
I call God She now, not because I need to erase the masculine —
but because the feminine has been erased for too long.
She is Spirit.
She is Source.
She is Wisdom (Sophia).
She is the one who knit me together — not just in form, but in fire.
She lives in my softness and my strength.
She speaks through the inner voice I was trained to ignore.
She does not ask me to perform.
She invites me to return.
Isaiah 42:14-16🌷
With love,
Silondile
