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Every single day, a mother shows up for work.

Without fail.

No matter the heaviness of exhaustion.

No matter the impatience that already stirs within her soul.

No matter the lies of doubt wrapped around her whirling mind.

Ready to tackle the day and all that it entails.

Ceaselessly giving of herself, by way of every ounce she pours into her children.

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Diaper changes.

Runny noses.

Soiled sheets.

Earth-shattering tantrums.

Running from here to there.

Constantly pushing through a range of emotions. To prevent a wall from building around her children’s vulnerable hearts.

Incessant worry.

Endless decision-making.

Middle-of-the-night battle calls.

So many days of motherhood seem over before they’ve even begun, while others seem to drag on for an eternity.

As a mama becomes completely caught up in the monotony of her routine. The ceaseless, tireless tasks that seem to go completely unnoticed by anyone but the tiny souls for whom she cares.

But what a mother too often forgets is the incredible, incomparable value which all those minute moments create together.

For as a mama cares for the every need of her children, she adds one more piece to her repertoire of simultaneously building her Father’s kingdom above. Secretly weaving together an invisible bridge of love and care from the dust below her feet of which she was created and born, to the eternal promise of her Father’s arms in Heaven above.

Kingdom work.

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The most priceless work of a mother’s heart.

Second-by-second.

Minute-by-minute.

Hour-by-hour.

Day-by-day.

Night-by-night.

Week-by-week.

Year-by-year.

All for the glory of His name.

Sometimes the work of kingdom building brings a mama just downright in the trenches. Hands covered with messes. Hearts bursting with the most unconditional, bittersweet kind of love. Soul exhausted to the core.

And, in those moments on her hands and knees scrubbing the bathroom floor after a growing toddler flips his full potty, changing sheets at 2:30 a.m. rocking a baby back to sleep for the third time tonight, calling her new teen driver to make sure she’s arrived safely, up before the dawn’s new light packing the day’s school lunches, finally letting the day’s tears flow hidden in her bedroom closet . . . 

He sees you, beautiful mama.

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And every tiny, messy, unworthy-feeling ounce of selflessness you are adding to His glory. He notices. Every seemingly invisible detail of your day. Of your mind. Of your heart. Of your soul.

As you selflessly build the bridge from your child’s heart to their Father above, He sees you.

Don’t for one second underestimate the power of your work in His kingdom. No matter how dirty, exhausting, selfless, or monotonous it may seem.

Every single moment spent raising a child of God is priceless.

Absolutely priceless. 

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Liz Spenner

Liz is a former elementary teacher and now a stay-at-home mama to six little ones. She writes as an inspiration and encouragement to other women, and most especially mothers on her blog, www.gracefullywoven.net (where you can subscribe and receive her free Five-Day Mini-Motherhood Devotional!). Liz loves spending with her family, outside as often as possible, as well as sneaking a few moments to herself with a run, dark chocolate and writing, with her faith as her greatest motivation.

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