It was one of those mornings when I would have preferred to linger in bed to catch up on dear sleep, order pizza and stay in my pajamas while watching the inauguration- but then I remembered something. My ministry. Yes, an important one. I am a minister of God’s word, a minister of His love- to little ones. No, not only those kindergartners every other Sunday at church, but my very own. Every single day.
So here I am, Lord. Up and about. I’ve done a few loads of laundry already, read to the kids, given the younger ones their bath, prepared wholesome lunch while watching history unfold in this country today, cleaned the kitchen, and now, making chocolate chip cookies so the kids could have surprise snack for afternoon tea when they wake up from nap. It’s all good. I’ll do it over and over again. Any day. For this is what I am called to do, for this season at least. What a privilege to serve little souls and demonstrate God’s goodness through humble service… Forgetting of self. To tell of God’s grace and His care for us- His unfailing and unconditional love. To impact eternity.
May I be reminded of these every single day so I could face each task with willingness of heart and with vigor that could only come from my eternal source, the God of love. For I know it would have been a totally different day for this sleep deprived momma had the Holy Spirit not intervened- early in the morning.
Only by His grace. That I might submit to it.