The room was dark, and I snuck in as quietly as I could with a pile of warm, folded clothes. I avoided the squeaky floorboard in front of the dresser, carefully opened drawers, and put away little socks, t-shirts, and shorts. I was just about done when a sleepy young voice called out from under the bed covers.
“Thanks…cleanin’ my clothes, Mom.”
He was three. My oldest son. I had tucked him in a half hour before, and thought he had fallen asleep. Guess not.
That was nine years ago. But I will never forget how his simple ‘thank-you’ touched the very deepest part of my heart.
On days like today, as the laundry piles up, I’m scrubbing bathrooms, and washing dishes, I am so thankful when I remember his words. When once again, I hear his little voice.
We can be tempted to think that no one sees what we do. That our everyday ‘behind-the-scenes’ work doesn’t amount to much. Nothing could be further from the truth.
God sees us. He appreciates our efforts.
And He knows our hearts. He’s talking to them….through other people, in quiet stillness. If we listen, we can hear Him.
He can even encourage us through memories that He knows bear messages we need to hear again and again. And our hearts, tethered to God, recognize those messages as divine Truth.
As Jesus told us, “But the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, He will teach you all things, and bring to your remembrance all that I said to you.” (John 14:26)
