I was deeply impacted by John’s post yesterday. Maybe because I’m in the valley of death right now, I see serving in a whole new light – as a gift of serving to the one who serves.
My days are a battleground at the moment. I never know when the next hail of thought-arrows will strike, shattering my focus with demands for nicotine. At this point they are more of an annoyance than a crisis, but if I indulge even one then all bets are off. I’m quickly learning that it’s futile to “fight” myself, because then my focus is on me and it’s all over.
When I get low and serve, it’s not about me. It’s about someone else. When I surrender to serve, I am instantly rewarded with freedom from ME. It is a gift of freedom and joy, and one that I’m enormously grateful for today.
And it’s more than a distraction from my woes at work here. I experience a literal transportation out of my self – my shouting, insatiable self – and into the sanctuary of God. I feel both loved and loving, and my burdens lift. I am able to be in the moment effortlessly, and my mind is at peace.
Such a funny thing! I embrace getting low and I fall in Love – literally. This is one of the aspects of God that I just adore: His hidden gems. I discover gifts and rewards and blessings hidden all around and within my life, and rarely where I expect to find them.
Ephesians 6:6-8 HCSB
Don’t work only while being watched, in order to please men,
but as slaves of Christ, do God’s will from your heart.
Serve with a good attitude, as to the Lord and not to men,
knowing that whatever good each one does, slave or free,
he will receive this back from the Lord.