Picture this: Mom folding clothes quickly yet carefully. Those clothes will be packed for a trip to see Grandma to celebrate her 70th Birthday. Each child has a list of chores to keep them occupied and productive. Youngest comes downstairs and rests his chin on his hands as he stares. Staring at the Mom who is quietly wondering if it's possible to complete the tasks remaining.
Imagine hearing this: "Mom," "Yes, son?". "I like watching you work." Mom says, "You do?" "Why?" "Because it seems like you're working hard to be a Momma, and to be kind." Now, take that and magnify it 1000 times and you would have a glimpse into the heart of a Mother who needed to hear that. Think hard work, think toil, think a little bit of stress, and then think oil. The heart of a child became the balm of Heaven to this Momma as her son said, in so many words, "Thank You. Your work makes me feel secure." I'd like an instant replay!