Every mom has a collection of super powers. The ability to heal ‘owies’ with a single kiss. The gift of picking the perfect sized container to fit the leftovers on the first try. The seemingly effortless talent of navigating a day filled with 14 activities, 28 drop off and pick-ups, permission slips signed, homework double checked, lunches packed and clean-ish clothes for everyone to wear.
One of my personal favorite mom super powers? The ability to recall the location of just about every item in the house.
“Mom, do you know where my baseball pants are?”
“Yes. They are in the laundry room on the top right shelf folded in the pile on the left under the blue sweatshirt.”
“Mom, do you know where my unicorn stuffy is?”
“Yes, it’s in the mudroom, in the pink bag under the bench in the middle crate by your sparkly shoes.”
However, nothing frustrates me more than the rare occasion that my ‘mom x-ray vision’ is not firing accurately.
“Mom do you know where my Dude Perfect hat is?”
After many failed attempts to recall the object, the treasure hunt begins. Closets rummaged, laundry bins upturned, backpacks raided, rooms torn apart. My frustration builds as the treasure hunt seems to be coming up empty handed. I’m reminded in my search, if I want a different result, I have to think differently. Forced to shift my focal point from what I once thought to a new place, I activate my creativity as the hunt continues. Recalling steps, putting myself in the mind of a 9 year-old, retracing events from the days prior.
Then a funny thing starts to happen as I let go of my plan and shift my gaze to find myself in an area of the house I never once considered looking moments ago. Our treasure hunt not only leads us to the beloved Dude Perfect hat, but I also find an old box of photos I had forgotten about, a book I had started and never finished and a hand written card from a dear friend filled with the words my broken heart needed to hear in that exact moment.
Have you ever been searching for something only to be rescued from your expectation and placed somewhere new? Has your creativity ever moved you closer to what you thought you never needed but were being shaped for all along? Why is it that when God shifts our gaze to new territory we bristle, resist and tighten up?
Hebrews 12:1-2 says, “And let us run with endurance the race God has set before us. We do this by keeping our eyes on Jesus, the champion who initiates and perfects our faith.”
God’s provision and perspective far outweigh my mom super powers. His guiding hand always certain of not only my route but my destination. He holds the master plan and can recall moments of my story and chapters that are still to come and weave them all together for good. If I can continually fix my gaze on Him and rest in God’s perfect plan in my life, perhaps I won’t be so surprised to find treasure in a place I never anticipated but was meant for all along.