these words in a selfish, whining tone whenever I see pillows scattered about
the floor or unwashed dishes. Typically, they are accompanied by an
unwelcoming, sour attitude and my sweet family members try to keep away . . . far away.
I’m not even married. Being the oldest daughter often lends opportunities to (try) and help
around the house.
sometimes I forget that it is a blessing. More importantly, I forget who I am
calls Christians to be servants; He calls us to die to ourselves and live for Him daily,
offering our lives as living sacrifices. Thankfully, He does not call us to do anything He hasn’t and He willingly gives us grace! Most amazingly, a simple thing like offering a
glass of water in His name becomes an act of worship.
about mopping, wiping down bathrooms, and preparing meals? Yes, these too
become wonderful ways to worship Christ . . . and to uplift and bless those I
love and live with.
am guilty of uttering the words not again
far too often. Oh, may my heart rather say, “Yes Lord, even in these mundane things
I will joyfully serve you; again I will plunge my hand to the task and see it
as an act of service.” I’m learning that it is the little things in life which
make it most lovely and full of impact.