Deuteronomy is basically Moses doing the last "did you eat?" check before the Israelites leave the house.
"Did you remember the manna? Did you bring water? Don't forget your sandals. Don't forget Me. I won't be there to remind you. Listen, Israel. Are you listening?"
Forty years of wilderness summed up in one extended mom-speech.
He runs through every possible scenario. "When you get to the good land, and the houses are full, and the fridge is stocked, and the kids are doing fine. That's when you'll forget. That's when you have to remember the hardest."
Then, in chapter 34, he climbs Mount Nebo, looks at the Promised Land, and dies before he ever steps foot in it. The man who carried this people for forty years didn't get to see them move in.
Sound familiar?
That's every mother who ever drove someone to college. Every grandma who packed lunches she'll never get a thank-you for. Every aunt, every sister, every spiritual mom in this ward who's been pouring out for years.
They're already on the mountain. Watching us walk in.
This Mother's Day, take 30 seconds and tell one of them you remember.
It's the whole point of the book.
