A Mother’s Heart is Always on Shift



Your love, O LORD, reaches to the heavens, your faithfulness to the skies. Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains, your justice like the great deep. O LORD, you preserve both man and beast. How priceless is your unfailing love! Both high and low among men find refuge in the shadow of your wings.

Psalm 36:5-7



A Mother’s Heart is Always on Shift


She relieves weary limbs

that have carried them both


Awaiting the arrival of her new gift

She keeps a watchful eye

A mother’s heart is always on shift

Soon untried limbs emerge


But carrying their own weight

Yet the burden of care does not lift

from her life

A mother’s heart is always on shift

Grown into a yearling and shooed away


The cycle of life continues

The doe’s belly swollen enough to split

She raises two – this time

A mother’s heart is always on shift

I wonder if she remembers


each speckled fawn now grown

raising a family of their own – adrift?

Does she carry them in her thoughts?

A mother’s heart is always on shift.



I’ve watched several doe and their fawns during the years we lived in the woods. Special moments like a newborn barely able to stand and almost tumbling as mother cleaned the signs of birth from its fur are etched in my mind. My toddler son and I watched this special event from our old front porch.

Animals have been given instincts that often surpass those of some human parents; however, I don’t believe deer carry their offspring in their hearts for life – like we do. I suspect that only those made in the image of God have that capacity.

A parent’s heart is never off shift! I know that my Heavenly Father never sleeps.


Thank you, Father, that you do not forsake me. Help me to have forgiveness and compassion upon those who did abandon me either physically or emotionally. You are all that I have ever needed. You are more than enough… xo


Though my father and mother forsake me, the LORD will receive me.

Psalm 27:10



16 thoughts on “A Mother’s Heart is Always on Shift

  1. How precious to watch those moments with your own young ones!

    And yes–we have been created in His image and no one loves like Him! Even the very best human parents pale in comparison to the way God loves, but I am glad for His word that teaches us as mothers what path to follow!

    Blessings to you as I share a rest with my pretty little fawn–Alison

  2. My mom said that she thought that when we grew up, she would be able to stop worrying about us, but she found out the opposite was true. When we grew up, our problems only got bigger! Nice post on mothers.

  3. Psalm 27:10 is especially meaningful to me–as I can’t relate to lovely words about earthly parents. I need God to tell me everyday that He is my loving Father who will never abandon me, or raise a harsh hand or voice to me. I’m only here today because He is so gentle with me. God bless you and your family, Wendy–so abundantly. love, sis Caddo

    • Dear Sis, hugs, I can relate to your words… Here is a poem I wrote a few months ago:

      A Fallen Lamb


      Why do I believe in the power of your Name

      when I grew up in a home that used it in vain?

      You say that the meek shall inherit the earth

      Perhaps I qualify since I’ve been humbled from birth

      No one has ever worshiped the ground I’ve walked on

      So I knew that self-worship was definitely wrong

      Rolling eyes, sly smirks, and deaf ears were my portion

      I felt like the product of an emotional abortion

      Unwanted, unloved, and even despised

      Yet, You’ve adopted and given me worth in your eyes

      I truly don’t deserve your rich mercy and grace

      But neither do I want to return to that place

      For ridicule and shaming aren’t part of your plan

      You’ve come to seek and save each lost fallen lamb

      So return me to the ash heap of my childhood days

      To scatter forgiveness and prayers that will save

      For the culprit and victim are both needing love

      The kind You displayed in your Son from above.


      • Oh Wendy, a gush of tears from my abandoned heart. What a beautiful poem this is–I wonder if I might have a copy for my personal file, never to post, just to keep? Is this on your blog somewhere, and I’ve just not remembered it?

      • I posted it on my eating disorder recovery blog earlier this month. My relationship with the one surviving parent is a painful one that I can only handle in small bits at a time. Denial is prevalent in my first family… so I tread carefully. My relationship with the deceased parent was a bit better – no abuse in that one.

        You are welcome to keep it, dear friend. xo

  4. Thank you for showing us how He is never off shift for us. And, thank you for sharing that poem with Caddo, which we all benefited from! God bless you too, for all the blessing that you do!

  5. Wow! This poem has a resonance with me today. On Friday our dog barked and when I went to the door, there on the front step was our youngest son who had stopped by on his way back home to Toronto. What a wonderful surprise! Then on Saturday, our oldest son came to visit with his family and I received longed-for hugs from his children. I am so blessed.
    God bless you and yours,

    • You are blessed, indeed, Mollie! It sounds like your sons are blessed to have you as their mom. I would choose hugs from children and grandchildren over an exotic holiday anytime. Not all women act and feel this way…blessed are those that do. 🙂

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