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God bless all who give of themselves and sacrifice so much of their lives to serve those they love.

God bless the mamas who wake up every day to care for their kids. All the mothers who serve endlessly to meet their children’s needs as they grow through the years, tending to all the countless tasks of the day with faithful diligence and loving dedication. God sees every detail, every deed.

He sees it all.

God bless the mamas in the trenches, who have kids suffering from sickness or struggling with battles that seem impossible to win. Their hearts heavy, their days exhausting as they dive into the deep waters of darkness with strength and might, prayers and hope. God sees every detail, every deed.

He sees it all.

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God bless the daughters and sons, caring for their aging parents while sacrificing so much of their time with tender patience, comforting love, and gracious giving. God bless their dedication to ensure their parents are safe and happy, healthy and well. God sees every detail, every deed.

He sees it all.

God bless the brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles, grandparents and cousins, who reach out their hands and open their homes to care for those family members who are in need of rescue. They sacrifice so much to offer respite to those who are alone and struggling, sick and suffering. God sees every detail, every deed.

He sees it all.

God bless those who work tirelessly in their jobs to care for those in need. The nurses and physicians, the counselors and teachers, the law enforcement and firefighters, and military officers all over the world who have chosen a career of service and sacrifice. They are the hearts of every community, called to offer healing and hope, protection and instruction. God sees every detail, every deed.

He sees it all.

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God bless the friends who love and care for each other through difficult seasons and desperate moments, always ready to respond to the call for help and dive in to provide for their friends. God bless their concern for one another through the years and their endless dedication to being there in times of need. God sees every detail, every deed.

He sees it all.

God bless the husbands and wives, who sacrifice much to care for one another as they carry each other’s burdens and comfort each other’s hurts and help each other manage difficult turns and hard falls that come through the years. God bless their commitment to serving one another through sickness and in health until death do them part. God sees every detail, every deed.

He sees it all.

God bless the volunteers who extend their hearts and hands to reach the countless souls in need. They devote their free time to giving of themselves for the sake of others. A gift that cannot be measured by money but treasured in Heaven by a God who sees every detail and every deed.

He sees it all.

God bless all the caretakers.

They are chosen to do God’s holy work.

They are the very hands and feet of a God who loves His people and calls each caretaker to carry the burdened and care for the sick in a broken world full of suffering.

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The work is unending and stressful, and they are so very tired.

But the God of creation designed them for a purpose such as this.

He has equipped them with the strength and courage to continue their mission.

He calls them blessed, faithful, obedient.

For God sees every detail, every deed they do.

He sees it all.

God bless the caretakers, for He knows each one by name and whispers His praise into their hearts . . .

Well done, my good and faithful servant.

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Christine Carter

Christine Carter writes at TheMomCafe.com, where she hopes to encourage mothers everywhere through her humor, inspiration, and faith. Her work is published on several various online publications and she is the author of "Help and Hope While You're Healing: A woman's guide toward wellness while recovering from injury, surgery, or illness." and “Follow Jesus: A Christian Teen’s Guide to Navigating the Online World.” Both books sold on Amazon.

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