The sunlight streamed through the kitchen windows illuminating all the smears on the counter, and the leftover fingerprints on the front of the microwave. Dust had resettled on the furniture, that I had just dusted the day before. As I swept the floor I noticed pet fur, and mud from winter worn boots. As I completed the mundane acts of daily cleaning, I considered the ordinary found in everyday life. As I traipsed to the barn, to feed animals, and back to the house to feed people, I thought about the simple routines. Dinner and dishes, and loads of laundry. Grocery shopping, and appointments for the kids. Love and laughter and even tears.
Back at the house, I pulled off my scarf and coat and quickly looked in the mirror as I raked my fingers through wind tangled hair. I have started to get the smallest of wrinkles that crinkle around my eyes. I like to wear sweaters and jeans and running shoes. This is me. There is no doubt, that I will never walk the runways of Paris.
I admit, I will probably never do what the world considers extraordinary things. I won’t be in the paper, or on television. Most people, out of my own circle of influence, will never utter my name. There are millions of other wives and moms (husbands and dads), that do the same things I do….day in and day out. Thankless jobs, sometimes boring, sometimes difficult, often times completely unseen.
And that is okay……because I was reminded that this life, each and every day is for an audience of One.
The One, who out of all the millions of people, knows me by name. The One who sees and acknowledges even the smallest acts I complete. With Him I am never forgotten. He loves me beyond measure and considers this one life I live to be valuable, in ways I might never realize.
“Can a woman forget her nursing child And have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even these may forget, but I will not forget you. “Behold, I have inscribed you on the palms of My hands; Your walls are continually before Me. Isaiah 49:15-16
Thank you, Lord.