God sees the boo-boos cleaned and bandaged.
The arms wrapped around to give security.
The back rubs given.
He sees the noses wiped and the fevers cooled.
God sees the tears dried and kisses planted on tips of noses.
The time spent together learning memory verses.
The giggles and the tickles spread around.
He sees the towels folded and the waiting piles of laundry in the living room.
God sees the lessons taught, the hours of contemplation spent on getting it just right.
The moments spent listening.
The times spent correcting.
He sees the stories read, the hugs given.
God sees the meals prepared and dishes done.
The clean sheets spread on beds.
The snacks and drinks handed to little hands.
He sees the toilets scrubbed and sinks wiped clean of toothpaste globs.
God sees the toys organized, again.
The arguments solved.
The boredom busted.
He sees the time spent playing tea parties and lego-a-thons.
God sees each and every minute detail in a momma’s day.
God sees the LOVE.