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Even This?
Though early morning is not my best time of day, after a couple of cups
of coffee, I managed to fix breakfast, wash the dishes, and usher six children
out the door to school before heading for the laundry room.
I stopped abruptly at the door and stood gazing in disbelief at the mountain
of dirty clothes. Hadn't I just washed three loads yesterday?
Sudden tears of frustration stung my eyes. I quickly brushed them
away, a bit ashamed of myself, and put the first load in the washer.
Then I continued to tidy up, picking up the morning newspaper and various
cups and glasses left from snacks the night before. Soon I found
myself in my son's bathroom, scrubbing the tub. Once again the tears
insisted on imposing themselves against my will. This time they found
little resistance. I was frustrated and discouraged, and my self-esteem
was about as low as it could get.
It was still morning, but I was tired ---- tired of the same mess day after
day ---- of washing clothes that only yesterday I had folded and returned
to their proper places; of doing the dishes, only to get them out a short
time later to reset the table. I was sick of spending hours cooking
a meal that was consumed in minutes.
Sitting in the middle of the bathroom floor, sponge and cleanser in hand
and tears streaming down my cheeks, I found myself fussing, crying and
praying all at the same time.
God in his loving -kindness came to meet me: "I tell you the truth,
whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did
for Me." (Matthew 25:40).
"Lord, even this?" I asked. "Especially this," He replied. "Who else
is going to do it for Me? In all these small ways, you are serving
Me."
Lovingly reassured and encouraged, I dried my tears and continued to scrub
the tub.
Taken
from SINCERELY by Gigi Graham Tchividjian. Copyright 1984 by the Zondervan
Corporation
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