I can let life swallow me up. I can. I can allow the activities and antics of three children cause me to close up shop on sharing my gifts with others. Serving others. Because, it seems like too much at that moment.
But, it’s not always too much. It’s not usually as stressful as we make it out to be. It’s just our response to those busy moments that mess with our head. Okay, maybe it’s just my head. Maybe, it’s just me?
I almost let one of those moments make me close up shop yesterday afternoon. My sweet husband had a dinner meeting with airplane-ish type folk. I had household obligations, two children with obligations, and an infant who, well, was only obligated to let me know when he was hungry. And, he was. Of course, he was. Have you seen him? Only the cutest chunk of love in the history of chunks of love.
You see? I do not lie, friends.
It would have been easier to let these things – life things – consume me. Stay home. Pretend there was nothing or no one else besides myself and my three little people. It really would have. But, one thing I’ve learned (and my parents have taught me) in my thirty-five plus years on planet earth is this:
My life will be more blessed when I live beyond myself.
Beyond me. Beyond my kids’ homework and schedules. Beyond the constant needs of an infant. Beyond making sure I’ve emptied the dishwasher. Beyond getting my hair ministered to – which by the power of the Holy Spirit, I was able to fit that in. Can I get an amen on coverin’ them roots?
I was responsible for teaching the youth last night. And, for some dadgum reason, I can’t say “youth” without thinking of My Cousin Vinny. You know the line. “Your honor, two utes.” I seriously can’t. I drive myself crazy sayin’ it. ANY. HOW.
By choosing to overcome any stress that parenting, sans my awesome husband, brings, I used one of my gifts. More than that, I just served. And, instead of staying home, putting my children to bed, and contemplating how hectic my day was….
I put my children to bed, and then I went to bed fulfilled. Content. Happy. Blessed.
I think that’s what Paul meant in Acts 20 when he said, “it’s more blessed to give than to receive.”
But, don’t get me wrong. If any of y’all wanna come keep three little people and send me to the spa, I will not make you withhold those good gifts. You know. Since that would bless y’all and all.
I mean, Amen.