This day charges ahead like many before. I get breakfast for the kids and pack lunches before taking them to school where I volunteer for their teachers before coming home to write a little and clean up around the house before picking the kids up from school and helping them with homework before making dinner.
My head tells me all the reasons why my job as wife and mom matters. But the mundane-ness of it all tricks my heart into believing it isn’t valued or noticed or important. It’s all captured inside these four walls inside an itty bitty dot on a map, and sometimes I think it would be nice if I could hear just one cotton pickin’ person say, “Atta girl!” over all this laboring of love.
I know the Colossians verse, the one that says work as if you’re working for the Lord and not for men. But I need some more encouragement this morning. So I open up my Bible with the pink and brown cover, a Mother’s Day gift from last year. I am in Psalm 33 and the words I read hit me so hard I almost jump out of my chair:
“From heaven the Lord looks down and sees all mankind; from his dwelling place he watches all who live on earth-he who forms the hearts of all, who considers everything they do.” (v.13-15).
And there I see that he sees. He sees!
He sees all, watches all, forms all and considers everything. Everything!
I am a mess-of-a-Mama but the work I do for those around me and the time I invest in those around me is seen. All the dish scrubbing and laundry washing and homework checking is noticed. Yes, I’ve got this sin nature, too, and everything means he sees the good, the bad, and the ugly. But he considers my motives, and through all these chores I imperfectly serve this family out of love and duty.
And then I hear it, “Atta girl!”
In this week before Easter, I pray I notice all he does to perfectly serve me, to bless me and care for me. I want to see it all.