I feel like a mother most days I’m here. Get the kids up. Take them to activities. Make sure they eat and drink water. Listen to their stories. Sit with them when they cry.
Etc.
One thing that I have really struggled with over the past several days is how challenging it is to do a job day in and day out without any gratitude reciprocated. For example, right now, I’m sitting in the staff lounge waiting for my campers’ laundry to get finished and will haul it back to them. I’m sure they’ll complain that their clothes aren’t dry enough or that it was 2 hours past the time I said that it would be done (noon). Shouldn’t you be grateful that you GOT laundry in the middle of the woods—twice? In 10 days?
I was talking to Jesus about how to serve even when I am treated like a SERVant. I love to serve when my service isn’t being abused or to whom I am service is grateful. But the former is not my reality and the latter is not my current situation.
I just think about all the times in the Bible when Jesus served and people weren’t grateful. Taking what He did on the cross away (which should technically trump everything that He did on the earth), people talked about how He didn’t do things with correct protocol or how brash and callous He was for healing one person and not healing another. Personal agendas were not taken into consideration by Him and He did the will of the Father regardless of the side commentary.
And on that note, I am done waiting for laundry that has been trying to dry for 3 hours now.
Dear Jesus,
Help me to serve Your creation. And help me to be brave when they feel their clothes and they’re not 100% dry and the girls aren’t happy.
Amen.
P.S. Thanks for the humidity :)
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