“I’d rather clean up after a teenage party,” I complained to a co-worker. Legos, farm animals, dishes and plastic food; add pipecleaners and puzzle pieces, markers (without lids), and plastic people. Don’t forget the plastic people! Or the piles of books.
Yup. I was dressed up and ready for war. My mom would have stood over me with a paddle until I picked up every last piece. And to be fair, there are thoughtful and fun parents and grandparents, in the library, training their children to be courteous and responsible.
But not this day. So, I did my 100 toe-touches and knee slides.
And, I crabbed . . .
Then, I got in the car to drive home. Bible verses started flying through my head.
Bible verse memory has it’s downside.
It allows God to say,
“Okay, My turn.”
I turned the radio down. It didn’t work. This Voice wasn’t going away.
“Do all things without grumbling or arguing ( Philippians 2:14 NIV).
“For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve . . . (Mark 10:45 NIV)
This walk with Jesus is not a sprint, but a marathon. I don’t know how quickly my coworkers will see change in me. But Jesus is on the case. And He lives within me. You’ve heard it said He loves us JUST AS WE ARE, but Too Much to leave us that way. Here I am, right in the middle of that.
“For this correction is a lamp, this teaching is light, and correction and instruction are the way of life ( Proverbs).”
To be honest, I am grateful. See you at the finish line.
lonnie