We can’t help it. We want to do something important, something other people think is important, something validated by general nods from society. Something for the Lord.
In reality, however, most of us won’t be called to take the gospel to a tribe of cannibals, or become a renowned teacher. And the thing is, that’s just where God would have us, because His grace is most needed where people are thirsty and need their dirty feet washed.
And it’s in those humble, daily acts of service where we become like Him. It’s the only kind of ministry, in fact, He commanded.
Can we wake up joyful because we are right where He wants us? Can we rejoice for mundane work that, when done humbly, for the glory of God, becomes elevated to honor?
Can we remember that it’s in the daily grind where the Kingdom of God is and grows?
It’s not the big moments that move our children to love Him, to love life, to grow in grace. And we can’t parent completely in “quality time.”
Just like a garden grows…ever so slowly, where the gardener is faithful and consistent.
