For the Mama Who Feels Unseen // El Roi
El Roi.
THE GOD WHO SEES ME.
I’ve been thinking on this name for God first used by Hagar in Genesis quite often recently. A lot of the time I feel like motherhood is a series of “unseen” tasks. The discipleship, the consistency in discipline, the constant need-meeting, the giving of yourself over and over and over again. And even more simply, the never ending laundry no one notices unless they run out of clean clothes, the meals made for hungry bellies every night, the constant picking up of messes that will be right back there in a matter of moments.
So much unseen work.
Even in my art I sometimes feel those same pangs. The time spent working on a piece, the refining of skills, the struggle of doing all of it while simultaneously juggling young children. In truth, it is EXHAUSTING to be consistently unseen.
I am SO THANKFUL for THE GOD WHO SEES ME.
In every mundane moment, with every dish put away, every water bottle refilled, every disciplinary moment pointed to Jesus, every nursing session with the baby, every tiny onesie tucked into a drawer, every load moved from the washer to the dryer, every time I sit down to help my kids memorize a Bible verse, every time I answer a toddlers question about God, every interrupted shower for a boo boo, and every night I stay up late to make things run smoother for them the following day....
HE SEES ME.
He sees the work, He takes note of my heart for those babies, and He is honored in every single one of those unseen tasks. And mama friend, the same is true for you. 🖤
THE GOD WHO SEES ME.
I’ve been thinking on this name for God first used by Hagar in Genesis quite often recently. A lot of the time I feel like motherhood is a series of “unseen” tasks. The discipleship, the consistency in discipline, the constant need-meeting, the giving of yourself over and over and over again. And even more simply, the never ending laundry no one notices unless they run out of clean clothes, the meals made for hungry bellies every night, the constant picking up of messes that will be right back there in a matter of moments.
So much unseen work.
Even in my art I sometimes feel those same pangs. The time spent working on a piece, the refining of skills, the struggle of doing all of it while simultaneously juggling young children. In truth, it is EXHAUSTING to be consistently unseen.
I am SO THANKFUL for THE GOD WHO SEES ME.
In every mundane moment, with every dish put away, every water bottle refilled, every disciplinary moment pointed to Jesus, every nursing session with the baby, every tiny onesie tucked into a drawer, every load moved from the washer to the dryer, every time I sit down to help my kids memorize a Bible verse, every time I answer a toddlers question about God, every interrupted shower for a boo boo, and every night I stay up late to make things run smoother for them the following day....
HE SEES ME.
He sees the work, He takes note of my heart for those babies, and He is honored in every single one of those unseen tasks. And mama friend, the same is true for you. 🖤