By Lauren Eberspacher 
He sees you waddling to the bathroom, the little miracle growing inside of your womb kicking, tumbling, and nudging. Your nights are about to get a lot longer, but already He’s preparing you for middle of the night greatness.
He sees you dragging down the halls, your eyes heavy from getting up yet another time. Bending over and picking up your baby, changing diapers, feeding your little one, and wiping away spit-up.
He sees you rocking the night away, singing a midnight lullaby, and shushing until her cries fall silent into the darkness.
He sees you taking toddlers potty, stripping sheets, and tucking in tiny little bodies. Making sure she has her favorite puppy dog, the one with the worn ears.
He sees you wiping away the tears, checking under the bed and in the closet, making your little girl feel safe. Singing that same midnight lullaby, the one you sang to her so many years ago.
He sees you waiting up late, watching the clock and hoping she makes it home by curfew. Praying you have taught her well, praying she is making the right choices.
He sees you sitting on the edge of her bed. You rub her back as she cries into her pillow. Her heart is broken, but yours is breaking, too. You know it’s just a break-up, but you know she’s worth so much more than who hurt her precious heart.
He sees you lying awake, your mind wandering where it begs not to go. Is she safe? Is she lonely? What if? What if not? Please be near her, Lord.
He sees you pacing the floor in the early morning hours. You haven’t heard any news in hours. Is she here yet? Are they both OK? How much does she weigh? Oh, but middle of the night mama, He has them both in His hands.
He sees you getting up off the couch and walking into the nursery. You pick up the baby and change her diaper. She’s hungry again, and you walk her down the hallway into her room. You gently wake up your girl, your baby . . . the new mother. From one middle of the night mama to another, the sacred call of midnight is answered, passed on, and lovingly handed off.
Wherever you are, whatever middle of the night mama you are . . . He sees you. Your purpose is chosen. Your presence is needed. And your calling is greater than you will ever know.
You were made for these middle of the nights when He sees you; you were made for such a time as this.
Originally posted at From Blacktop to Dirt Road
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