Invisible Forces

I know my boys love me.  I KNOW they do.

And yet…

There are times when I cease to be Mom.  I’m no longer even Debbie.  I become the Invisible Force.

You know the one.  I am the coincidence that takes the car to the right place at the right time and brings them safely home again.  The entity that provides three meals a day that magically appear on the kitchen table.  The thing that makes sure they always have clean socks, allowance, electricity to run their various toys and gadgets.

It’s more than being taken for granted.  It’s more than being taken advantage of.  It’s that they sometimes exist in their own world and it doesn't include me, the real me, the mom who loves them more than anyone on this planet.  Do they really believe that all of the gifts, all of the blessings, all the protection and care and provision and LOVE they are given only exist because they do, not because I do?  

And then I wonder…

When is the last time I asked God how He is doing?  What He is feeling?  Thanked Him for everything from my house to my toothbrush, ALL provided by Him, because of His love, not mine? 

How often do I go about my day oblivious to His protection from road hazards, diseases, complete financial ruin, the myriad horrors on the nightly news?  When is the last time I noticed His love note in a flower, a smile, a dream fulfilled?  When is the last time I invited God, the real God, into the intimate areas of my life, my heart?

God is not Fate, Destiny, Providence, Coincidence, the Source, the Force.  He has a Name.  He has a distinct personality, feelings, dreams for His creation that include us, that are specifically for us.

Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him. (1 Peter 1:8)

Father God, please open the eyes of my heart to see You, really SEE You, as You are.