I had already changed three dirty diapers today. But there was another one. Which meant an “interruption” in my lunch preparations.
His little face beamed up at mine from the bed. “It’s up to you”, he seemed to say. He depends completely on me for his most basic needs. And it’s then I remember…
“I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these, you did it for me.”
I can change that diaper, with a smile and confident heart, knowing that what the world may call a menial task or an interruption, is an act of love toward my Savior. Isn’t that incredible!
The “interruptions” for a drink of water or a band-aid–those aren’t interruptions at all, but divine appointments to meet my Master’s needs.
And then my heart feels the pang for each time I do grumble as I serve. Do I forget it’s really Him? Yes, I do forget that I serve the King every day. And with whatever attitude I serve, that is what I offer Him.
Is it a privilege? Do I meet the demands of a busy home with a joy that comes from a station of “royal service”?
Let me be so consumed with loving Him that I find delight in the humblest opportunities to express it.
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