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Dear tired mom,

Do you feel like you can’t keep up?

Do you feel like no one understands all that you do in a day?

Are there days you feel unseen and unappreciated?

Because I do.

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But what has been on my mind tonight is to tell you how loved you are and that you are seen, so very seen.

God has His eyes on you.

He is watching you, you are never out of His sight and He understands you.

He understands all that you are feeling better than you understand yourself.

He understands every single part of that mama heart of yours.

He is watching you.

He is watching you as you wake up in the middle of the night. He sees you as you pull yourself up out of bed hardly being able to stand. He is with you while you rock that sweet baby of yours for what seems like hours.

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He sees you as you serve your family through doing numerous loads of laundry, loading and unloading the dishwasher. He sees as you vacuum crumbs and scrub tubs and toilets.

He sees when you are tired but you still go to the park, or watch the movie or play the game.

He has seen all of the times you have put their happiness in front of your own.

He is with you when you close yourself in your bathroom to get a moment alone to breathe.

He catches each tear you cry of frustration, of loneliness. He hears each heavy sigh when you are at you’re breaking point. He hears the thoughts and doubts swirling around your mind—the questioning if you were even cut out to be a mom. 

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He stands with you as you put on a brave face for your child even when you are terrified yourself. He sees how you are able to act strong for them when you feel anything but. He sees you put a smile on your face even when you don’t feel like smiling at all.

He sees you get up each and every day standing in the light of His mercy. He sees how you never stop trying, starting each day with a fresh start.

He sees the dreams you have tucked away, the feelings you have hiding in your heart. He sees how you have sacrificed so many things. He sees as you reschedule your own things to arrange them around important events of your children. He sees you organize birthdays and playdates and doctor appointments.

He is with you in the car as you drive them to school, activities and to be with friends. He has His eyes on you when you are at their games and He carefully studies your face as you cheer on their teams.

He sees each grocery you cross off your list, He sees you cut their sandwiches just the way they like. He sees you save the last cookie for them. He watches as you cook their favorite meal and pack their favorite snacks.

He sees how you know every detail about them, their favorite toy, their favorite shirt, their favorite book.

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He feels your heart when it feels like it might explode with love and He also feels the heaviness that you carry with each decision you make. He sees your smiles, the hugs you give, the boo-boos you make better.

He sees you up all night with them when they are sick. He is in the room with you as you stroke their hair and place a towel on their forehead.

He knows your deepest fears and your greatest regrets.

Oh, sweet mom, He sees you.

He never stops watching over you.

When it feels like the world may not see and may not understand remember He is always with you.

He sees you doing exactly what He called you to do—to love with your whole heart. To love so deeply it hurts—a sacrificial type of love that you learned from God Himself.

He sees a mom that is adored by her beautiful children and even more so by Him.

He sees an imperfect mom relying on a perfect Savior.

Sweet mom, you never go unnoticed, you are seen and so very loved and as you serve your family you are serving Christ Himself.

Jennifer Toscano

I am a wife, mother to two beautiful daughters and a follower of Jesus. I recently started my blog as a way to document my journey in faith and to share God's great love with others. I also love to cook, read and do graphic design. You can find me on Facebook: facebook.com/aheartfullofhope and on my website: AHeartFullofHope.com writing about faith, hope and motherhood.

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