Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Day 13: Serving Me.

Day 13: Serving Me.

This act was not one of the 30 things we wrote down at the beginning of the month. It wasn't part of the plan. But because my uterus was still angry with me for over doing it all last week, I wasn't able to stand more than 5 to 10 minutes today without my feet swelling and mild contractions starting to flare.

So today, I was bummed. I thought we would break our streak in the 30 day tradition because of my inability to do anything other than lay in bed. Dale had duty, so he couldn't do the original Finding THANKS in GIVING act with the boys.

I was frustrated.

My personality and being still don't really jive. It's a bit ironic that I want to get -BE STILL- tattooed on my forearm to remind me of all the scriptures that tell me to do exactly that. Guess the Lord is just giving me practice in this area.. ;)

Two things the Lord brought to my attention today- Something I have always struggled with:

-And letting others serve me.
The Lord allowed both of those things to happen today even though it wasn't part of MY plan.

Every time I got up today, one of my boys would holler at me to GET BACK IN BED! They all took turns carrying for Jeremiah. Changing his diapers, feeding him. Playing with him. Caleb laid him down for a nap so that I could stay in bed..

Unexpectedly, A very kind neighbor was gracious enough to bring over dinner. Caleb heated it up and brought me some on a tray.

Shane read Jeremiah books and took him on a walk. He did the dishes, changed poopie diapers and he never complained once. He also knew his mama has a weak spot for Oreos. When he came to check on me after dinner he had a stack of them in his hand.

Ian, the one I am constantly on for doing his daily chores came walking into the my room with a Norwex cloth ready to clean all the mirrors. Without asking. He cleaned up smashed grapes that Jeremiah had left on the landing of the stairs. He came in almost every 30 mins. to make sure I was drinking my Gatorade and refilled my glass when he saw that it was getting low.

They were finding THANKS in GIVING.. And I was their humbled recipient.
Without being told, they were serving ME.

I even had entertainment from a very funny, almost 2 year old. He would put the trash can on his head and spin around and around. Or he would come up to the side of the bed with the can still on his head and growl like a scary beast. I would pretend to be scared and he would let out the biggest belly laugh.

They were being the hands and feet of Jesus to ME!! 

1 comment:

  1. This is so precious!!! It brought tears to my eyes! Your boys are so amazing!!! Reading this makes me want more than just one baby boy...maybe I can convince Jonathan too ;-)