Something Other

You see I became Mom rather young (18 to be exact) and early years spent in worry and fear gave way to a Mom who only knows role as protector and care giver.  As Mom so young I do not remember a life before protector.  And now as the years have passed and my little, she has grown and they have multiplied into the nine I now call mine, all I have known is protector and their care giver.

I labor under their needs and bleed under their pain and think of myself as no other but their Mother.

I trudged this morning and prayed for their needs and begged Him to stop up the bleeds.  I said aloud, "I know You are their true Father, Giver of life and good gifts.  Please pour good gifts and protect our precious nine."

And quiet voice whispered, "You know Mother, I am Father to another.  You forget all too often that I do not think of you as Mother to nine, but a precious daughter of Mine."

He stopped me cold in my tracks, an argument started to fly but He silenced me with, "Please, do not try.  For remember you were daughter to Me long before the nine had came to be and daughter to Me you will always be, from now until eternity."

And for once the argument I did not allow to fly, and I ran on lighter and certainly faster, for you see I am not just protector but a loved daughter.

And to a young single Mom who became an old battle, worn Mother of nine the knowledge that He does not see me "as just their Mom," who can be expended or maybe even erased for them but He sees me as His own daughter, it is certainly heavenly knowledge to me.  Daughter that can pour out for the love of her nine but daughter who can not be erased from her Father's mind.  This knowledge came as life to soul as breath is to lungs.

Even now, I sit and marvel,
    You think of me as something other,
then the nine's mother,
    You love me, simply for me,
tired and worn as I may be.

I raced on and I raced home knowing that I will certainly tire,
   as we trudge through the muck and the mire,
But now, a gentle knowing that my Father's love,
   pours out in buckets from above.
And, He lovingly reminds, "not just on the precious nine,
   but eternally on you ~ beloved daughter of Mine.
And you little daughter, will be loved throughout all of time."