… because I live to love.
I woke up one morning last week to a fresh mountain of wet bedding and a litany of demands from my 14-year-old special needs daughter.
As I stripped the sheets, I couldn’t help but think a few woeful thoughts. “Happy Birthday to me. Is this what the next year has in store? Do I live to serve?”
The answer slipped into my heart. Yes.
After all, Jesus narrowed over 600 laws and commandments down to two. Love God. Love people.
Then He showed what that love looked like by putting off glory and taking on human skin. By living among and healing the afflicted. By washing the feet of his friends. By teaching by example that those who want to be great should be the servants of all. By hanging on the cross to take the punishment earned by selfish mankind. By conquering death to give us life.
With these thoughts flooding my heart, I stuffed the bedding into the washing machine. My complaint had become my mission statement.
I live to serve … because I live to love.
What about you? Who do you serve? Why?
I Live To Serve
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One thought on “I Live To Serve

  • April 25, 2011 at 11:19 am

    >Thanks, Honey. Mom needed that.

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