My curly girl was sick. Not the “she has a fever, runny nose, itchy throat” kind of sick. But, the “Quick! Run to the bathroom!” kind of sick.
It had been several hours since Ellis had been “sick”, but to be on the safe side I crawled under the covers next to her at bedtime. Just in case she needed to be rushed to the bathroom, I would be right there to snatch her up and hopefully get there in time!
As I finally began to drift off I heard it coming. You know, the sound that sometimes lets us know that our kids are about to be sick. Before I could even react, the sheets, comforter, Ellis and I were covered in her “sickness”. It took me a few seconds before I could even grasp what had just happened.
“Why, oh why, does this have to happen on a night when Andy is out of town?”
As I put a crying Ellis in the bathtub, I stripped the linens off of the bed and ran them downstairs to the laundry room to deal with later. I cleaned myself up the best I could and went to finish washing Ellis, all while throwing myself one of the best pity parties I’ve ever had! 🙂
“Does she even have an extra set of sheets for her new big girl bed?” I questioned.
Too tired to figure it out, I went and made a pallet on the floor of the family room so that she could go back to sleep.
Needless to say it was a long night. Thankfully Ellis didn’t get sick again and she and I were able to sleep until morning when three, well-rested boys came marching down the stairs. Time for another day…
It’s in moments like these I wonder, “Does anyone know what kind of night I just had? I not only had to deal with a sick child, wash sheets, clean vomit off of myself…but now I have to try and be a good mom today.”
This story came to mind recently as I was reading an excerpt from Sarah Mackenzie’s book, Teaching from Rest.
“The builders of medieval cathedrals knew what it meant to work their entire lives to please God without ever expecting to see their work completed. Many cathedrals would take more than a hundred years to build-more than the span of a man’s lifetime. I once heard a story of an artisan who worked tirelessly for many years to carve a beautiful bird into the wood of a portion of the cathedral that would be covered up. When someone asked why he was working so hard on something that no one would see, he replied, “Because God sees.”
As I read this portion of her text I thought about…
… the never ending piles of laundry.
It may seem to go unnoticed, but “God sees”.
Or the time I took my excited kids down to our lake to fish, knowing that without daddy along, I would be the one to take the fish off of the hook.
No one was there to witness this act of bravery :), but “God saw”.
On that night several months ago, when I was struggling to do what needed to be done to care for my sick child…
It was not unseen, because I serve the “God who sees.”
“Then she (Hagar) called the name of the Lord who spoke to her, You-Are-the-God-Who-Sees…” Genesis 16:13
As you go about your days remember that there is one who sees. And as Ephesians 6 reminds us…
“Serve wholeheartedly, as if you were serving the Lord, not people, because you know that the Lord will reward each one for whatever good they do, whether they are slave or free.” Ephesians 6:7-8
If your tasks seem mundane, overwhelming, or happen to involve slimy fish 🙂 serve wholeheartedly to the One who sees everything.