I love my mother. I love how she cares about all of these small details as we get ready to host a get together at our home. How she wants the carpet to be vacuumed on the stairs even though the party is mostly outside and no one will notice the dog hair on the steps if they need to go to the bathroom. She places decorations all around, in places people may never notice in and of themselves, but nonetheless sets the mood without being overly obvious. She cares so much about how she will make people feel, and that they will feel welcomed and well-taken-care-of. Every detail, every potential situation for which she is already prepared, is a labor of love. And here I am sitting, watching it all and realizing the reflection of God that I see in her.

He sees every detail; he knows every detail (not just in the knowing about kind of a way, but an intimate knowing). He is prepared for every possible situation and even if we don’t notice it, he has prepared the way for us in the details as small as dog hairs on the carpet of the stairs. He cares about how you feel and takes care of you and I when we are least deserving. All because He loves you.

Blessed be the Lord, who daily bears us up; God is our salvation. Selah

(Psalm 68:19 ESV)

(The plate she so carefully placed in the corner of the room, that none but you and I and God may ever see.)