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Remember the Why.

Care for the flock that God has entrusted to you.  Watch over it willingly, not grudgingly—not for what you will get out of it, but because you are eager to serve God.  1 Peter 5:2

From the time I was a young girl, I knew God had called me to be a pastor.  Even then, I didn’t find it unconventional for a girl to assume a role usually appointed to men.  It just felt natural.  I would carefully place all of my stuffed animals in rows, lead praise and worship, and then preach to them.  Then, when I was in the third grade, my class was instructed to come dressed as what we wanted to be when we grew up for Career Day.  Me?  I wore a pinstriped dress and carried my Bible.  Because, I was going to be a pastor. 

I have since learned that there is a lot more to ministry than standing in front of people and unpacking a message that God has worked inside of me.  Which, ain’t no walk in the park, I gotta tell ya.  Mucho respect for my dad who does it every week with a delivery, anointing, and passion that I long for.  ‘Cause, dang that’s hard. 

Back to the point.

Ministry is taking care of the people that God puts into your life.  It’s stepping outside of your own need, your own want, and investing yourself in others.  It means that some nights, you go to bed, and you are mentally, emotionally, and physically spent.  It means you don’t let that exhaustion or sacrifice of personal time make you bitter.  “Watch over it willingly, not grudgingly.” 

And, the best way to keep your heart and mind in check is to remember why you are doing it.  It’s not just for them.  It’s not just for you.   But, it’s because, you are eager to serve God. 

Sometimes, I need to be reminded of the why.  Sometimes, we all need to be reminded of the why…whether we are pastors or not. 

You might be a teacher in a classroom dreading the return of August.  Dear Teacher, you are going to change some student’s life and tell her she has a gift to write.  Thank you, Mrs. Simonton. 

You might be a public service man or woman putting in a lot of hours for little pay.  Dear Public Servants, thank you for helping our tornado victims recover from terrible devastation and restoring hope to them.

You might be a nurse working crappy hours on a night shift.  Dear Wendi, thank you for taking such good care of me, and setting my mind (and pain) at ease.  You make every single one of your patients feel loved. 

You might be a mother staying home with your children every single day.  Thank you, mothers.  You are raising world changers. 

Whatever you do, it’s so important to always remember the why

I remembered my why last night.  To serve Him.  Not because I love Him.  But because, He lavishes His love on me.


Filed under giving, God Stuff, life, making an impact, Writing

He could be Mr. Mom.

The hubs works hard.  No doubt about that.  I wish I could do what he did, but I doubt I could ever land a plane quite as smoothly as he does.  I also have a bad habit of giggling when I talk to air traffic controllers.  And, if someone said “De-Ice”, I’d probably break out into something as ridiculous as “Ice, Ice Baby.”  I’m just being honest.

He’s good at what he does.  I’m usually decent at what I do.  But, could we trade places?  I found out in a recent conversation with Kris.

Me:  “Do you think you could ever be a stay-at-home-dad while I was the income earner?”

The hubs:  “Oh, you have no idea.  Absolutely.”

Me:  “No, you couldn’t.  You could never stop looking at aircraft for sale on the internet or……”

The hubs:  “I absolutely could.  I would be the best SAHD ever.  The kids would always be dressed so cute, er, except for Anna.  You’d come home from work, and I’d show you the new clothes I bought them.  Then, you’d be wondering, ‘How much did that cost?’  Then, I spend my free time planning vacations and talking to my friends on Facebook.”

Me:  “Could you be any more subtle?”

It’s like he doesn’t even know me. 

For the record, I’ve participated in practically zero shopping given the current state of the economy.  And, I only spend a portion of my time on Facebook due to the, ahem, demands of writing and Twitter.  Oh, and let’s not even begin with my volunteer commitments.  So there ya go. 

Okay.  Please, excuse me while I get back to researching deals at Disney. 


Filed under Marriage, Randomness