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How many Mom’s do this?

scenario #1

You’re at home, just going about your business – laptop on the dining room table, spaghetti on the stove, baby on the change table – whatever it is, and you hear footsteps coming down the hall. And, whether you have no kids or ten, not only do you know immediately who’s heading your way, but you know if they’re:

  • covered in mud
  • laser-focused on a task, or,
  • searching for you.

You can relate, right?


Or, how about this?

My daughter came home one day, laughing because as soon as her friend’s Mom turned her back on freshly sugared apples for pie, the little brother reached a grimy hand toward the dish, and, without a hint of turning to catch him in the act, Mom said, “Don’t you dare touch those apples!”.


Or, how about when you’re sitting at the breakfast table with a hubby who’s just finished the sixth 12-hour night shift in a row. When some unintelligible noise escapes his lips, you pass the salt right into his outstretched hand, because you knew exactly what he wanted without his saying so.

What Women Do and Why

One of those has gotta be you. They’re all me. We’re women. That’s what we do.

We block a little hand, just at the right moment, to keep it from the hot oven. We can guess what our family members are thinking by the looks on their faces.

At our house, I know when Lenny wants a coffee by just the way he looks toward the kitchen; he doesn’t even know he does it. Most times, I bring him one. Sometimes, I ask him to make two while he’s in there.

Why do we pay so much attention?

We’re wired that way, but that’s only part of it.

Yes, we always have our radar on. But why do the minute details of our family’s thoughts and movements take centre stage in our awareness, when other things – like what, precisely, the mechanic fixed on the car – don’t register at all?


That’s the answer. Our families are on our radar so intensely, because we love them. We want to understand them and know them because of our love for them.

If you can see the intense love that is wrapped up in knowing your husband and your kids as well as you do, you’re going to want to read this with fresh eyes:

O Lord, you have searched me and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all of my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue you know it completely, O Lord.
You hem me in – behind and before; you have laid your hand upon me.

Psalm 139:1-5

those lines are about you

Recently, I read that and was shocked. I saw myself in those lines.

That God loves me has long been a concept that I understood with my intellect. But when I saw my own knowing of my family is these verses of how God knows me, it became real.

All the very best of what my love has me doing for my family, God is doing for me, only perfectly.

And he’s doing it for you, too.

Not only that, but he’s not doing any of the crappy things we do out of sin, either. Because he loves us more than we love our own people. He loves us perfectly.

try this

Here’s a thought.

How about every time we use the Mom’s Eyes in the backs of our heads, every time we read our husband’s mind and deliver what he’s wanting before he even knows it himself, every time we say ‘Go back. And use soap this time’ to a child three rooms away, how about we remember, at those moments, that God is doing that, all the time, and, on an eternal scale, for us.

sometimes it won’t work

I know the moments when it doesn’t feel like he’s there, or like what is happening in our lives isn’t love at all, will still come.

Just consider that no terrible circumstance that comes to your child could change how you love them, and know that God feels the same, only more, towards you. Whether your child messes up and has to suffer unpleasant consequences, or something negative happens to them that was out of their control, you will love them the same.

Like our kids, we will have trials, but the love never changes. That’s how much we are loved. Loved like we love our families.

It’s who we are

So read that scripture again, if you’re not sure. It’s talking about you.

Yes. You. Loved. By the King, and I don’t mean Elvis.

Soak it up, ladies.

It’s who we are.

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