As a mom, I have many jobs that I perform throughout the course of a day. I’m a nurse, counselor, guide, cook, referee, accountant, fashion coordinator, nutritionist, house-keeper, secretary, and so much more! It’s a tiring, yet fulfilling job – and I’m thankful.
I think an obvious task of a mom is to clean up the continual messes around the house. This is especially true for mothers of young children. Simply walk into a home where preschoolers live and you are sure to find obstacle courses made from couch cushions, dining room chairs, end tables, and any other piece of furniture that can be converted into a Mt. Everest that must be climbed and conquered! There is never a dull moment. There is never a day that goes by where furniture must not be put back in its place, or an all-out investigation need not be conducted to find the random block that has gone missing from its set, or sofas that are not needing to be disassembled to search for the tiniest little LEGO piece that is nowhere to be found, or a whole-team effort is not needed to perform a search-and-rescue mission to find the beloved stuffed animal that our precious, now devastated, child has somehow misplaced. I believe this role is part of the unwritten job description for a mom – the Search-and-Rescuer. Sometimes, this part of the job is easy and I go about it without a thought. But sometimes, over the course of the week (or simply a day) this job can wear on the patience of even the most well-intentioned and patient mom.
Today was like any other day, there were toys to be picked up and placed back where they belong. But, this evening, after putting my two adorable girls to bed, I made my way to my room to settle in for the night. I set my cup of cold water on the bedside table and glanced over at my bed. There was one more toy that had yet to be put away. Instead of a feeling of frustration, a smile arose. My youngest daughter (who had been playing dress-up all day and leaving clothes and accessories all over the house) had left an item in my room. It was strategically placed.
Though her little hands put it there, there is no doubt it was orchestrated by my God; or, in this case, by my Father, the King. Beautifully positioned, as though intentionally laid, was a tiara atop my Bible. My heart sighed. My Father was speaking to my heart, affirming everything that He has been teaching me over the past couple of years, and what He re-iterated at this past weekend’s retreat: Of all the roles that you fill, Megan, there is one that you must remember; there is one that will never change; there is one that is most important and satisfying – being My daughter. You are the daughter of the King. Although those other roles are important and necessary, this one, this uniquely chosen role, is the one I’ve given you for all of eternity. This is how I see you each and every day. Remember this, Megan, and confidently live in light of this unchanging truth.
Thank you, Ella, for leaving your toys out today. I have been blessed by the beautiful mess that you made.