The work of motherhood is often unseen.

The work of motherhood is often unseen.

Though there are outward fragments seen by others, there is yet a deeper work—one far more profound than what appears on the outside.

The mundane tasks can drain the inner core of a woman’s soul, as she repeatedly tends to the dishes, the messy floor, the loads of laundry, and the constant guiding of her children. Yet she does not always realize that her soul is speaking to her—that these very tasks are a life-giving feast to the starving place of humility within her.

Let me help you see it…

When we look at our hands—truly look at them—studying each crease, each ripple of skin, each movement, we begin to understand: they are not our own.

Our hands become a quiet prayer:

“My hands are empty, God. You formed them, You move them—may they be filled with Your purposes.”

In this way of seeing, the soul is gently placed into a posture of understanding—that the work our eyes can see is doing a deeper, unseen work within us: a work of humility.

Why is our soul so thirsty, so hungry?

Mom dates won’t fix it.

Spouse dates won’t fix it.

A to-do list won’t fix it.

Babysitting won’t fix it.

Social media won’t fix it.

Binge watching won’t fix it.

Food won’t fix it.

Nothing outside of us will be the source that calms this inward storm, but the unseen work of humility.

“The roots of virtue and grace are, and always shall be, humility. Humility cannot be seized by effort nor manufactured by discipline; it can only be entered into. For humility is nothing more—and nothing less—than acknowledging the truth of one’s position as creature, and yielding to God His place.”

— Andrew Murray

We can see the birds—watch their repeated movements, hear their repeated song—doing exactly as they were created to do.

And the unseen parts within us can learn to do the same.

Can we let humility do the unseen work, that it might one day spring forth in all that we do and say?

Then each task of duty becomes a holy work, a sacred work.

Each repeated word, each guiding moment, becomes a gentle reminder to the soul of God’s tenderness—of the father-like way He patiently speaks to us again and again.

Yes, the work of motherhood is often unseen, but this unseen work is the most precious jewel—forming within us the profound gift of humility.

And through it, we are gently led into the Fields of Stillness..