He Sees You, Mama
Updated: Jan 20, 2021
He sees you, Mama.
I’m not talking about your husband. Although I know he sees you, too. At least most of the time he does, unless the game is on, or a car auction, or fill-in-the-blank favorite television show. That’s when you fade into the background, only to be seen when you block his view.
No, I’m not talking about your teenager who thinks you’re ruining his life. He sees a lot, though, more than he’s willing to admit, and definitely more than he’ll thank you for now.
And I’m not even talking about your toddler who’s stealthily pilfering in the cupboard hoping you don’t see him, the one pretending he can’t see you shaking your head when he asks for another cookie. He’s not who I’m talking about, either.
The “He” I’m referring to is the biggest He of them all. That’s right. I’m talking about the Big Man upstairs, the Creator of the Universe, the all powerful and all gracious, true and living God.
He sees you, Mama.
But just as the angel told Mary, don’t be afraid. He’s not watching you to see if you burn the meatloaf. He’s not interested in the piles of unwashed laundry you have lying around. And He doesn’t care that the floor is overdue for vacuuming by more days than you want to admit. He sees these things, but they are not His concern. Just like your husband’s tunnel vision during the football game last night, He has tunnel vision for you.
In the book of Psalms, David writes, The eyes of the Lord are upon the righteous, and his ears are open unto their cry. His eyes are on you and He sees you. Every day, and every night, you are in His line of sight. Through successes and stumbles, He sees you. Through messes and mistakes, He sees you. Through faults and failures, He sees you.
Those mornings you can’t get out the door on time no matter how hard you try and the dark circles under your eyes can’t be hidden with any amount of make-up, He sees you.
When your heart breaks because you long to rest at your Father’s feet, but you just can’t find a way to make it happen today, and you couldn’t yesterday, either, but you so desperately need to, and want to, He sees you.
The nights you walk the floor with a sick baby in your arms that you cannot consol with any amount of singing or rocking or snuggling, He sees you.
When your tears fall down as your replay the day, wishing you’d hugged your baby longer, or hadn’t snapped at your husband, or simply sat down instead of rushing and worrying and being productive the way you know you should be because you just have to get the dishes done tonight or you’ve failed at life, He sees you.
The Sunday mornings your lips are singing How Great Thou Art, but your eyes are resting on the two year old that’s trying to climb under the pew for the third time in ten minutes, and you can’t help but release a sigh of frustration as you watch him, He sees you.
And the nights you’ve fallen asleep without telling Him goodnight or giving Him praise because you truly cannot hold your eyes open another second, because your soul is worn to a frazzle, and your heart simply needs a recharge or it just won’t make it through another day, He sees you.
Let that truth sink in for a moment. God sees you. And He cannot see you and not love you. He cannot see you and not care for you. He cannot see you and not know you. And herein, lays your comfort. Herein, lays your safety. Herein, lays your peace.
In the book of Jeremiah, God said, Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee. Just as He knew Jeremiah before he was born, He knew you, too. He knew you then, and on your first birthday, and the time you flew over the handle bars of your bicycle, and the day you married you true love. He knew you when you saw those two lines on the test that changed your life forever. He knew you through hours of labor, and midnight feedings, and the first terrifying fevers. He knew you, then. And He knows you now.
He knows you, Mama.
He’s knows you’re doing the best you can, but sometimes you stumble. He’s not mad at you. He’s not disappointed. He knows you are so much more than the sarcastic remarks you threw at your husband because you felt overwhelmed. He knows you are more than the sobbing soul on the couch because you just need a minute to yourself. He knows you are more than that preoccupied woman who forgot to enjoy bath time with her boy because her mind was on everything that needed to be done after.
He knows you as the Mama who gives all you can every day, until you have nothing left to give. He knows you as the wife who adores your husband and treasures the man he is. He knows you as His daughter who longs to meet Him at the beginning, and end, and middle of your day.
And He knows you’re trying. He knows you’re trying so hard to be everything for everyone and sometimes you get caught up in what that entails. Sometimes you forget to let the little stuff go and let life’s frustrations get the best of you. Sometimes you focus so much on who you want to be that you forget the what you already are.
In the eight chapter of the book of Romans, verses 16 and 17, it reads, The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God: And if children, then heirs; heirs of God, and joint-heirs with Christ; if so be that we suffer with him, that we may be also glorified together.
You are His, first and foremost, before being a mother, before being a wife, before being anything to anyone, you are His. His to hold, His to take care of, His to love.
So don’t drop your eyes to the ground. Don’t let the weight of this world keep you down. Hold your head up high. You may be struggling today. Your heart might be broken. You may feel numb and far from God, but I can guarantee He still sees you.
For you are His daughter. You a child of the Most High King. You are of royal decent, with your Father still sitting on the throne. And from way up there, He sees you.
And, Mama, you are precious in His sight.
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