Really I was doing what I loved. Cooking and interacting with people, but in one awful moment I found myself hating it. I was tired. Physically tired and emotionally tired of just trying to be beyond perfect.
Nights of sleep had been robbed of me by my own admonition, because I had to lay awake going over the game plan in my mind of how I was going to accomplish my over the top expectations.
Stolen from me was God's perfect peace, because without realizing it I began working for man instead of God.
Each day I have a choice. Please others or God. Ultimately in fulfilling responsibilities given to me, washing dishes, babying sitting children, feeding hungry people, hanging out with some awesome girls; I can either serve God or those around me.
When I work for those around me I do my job and try to be something I'm not. Sometimes I cut corners and hope no one will notice.
I work for God and in His strength I do all I'm asked to do with excitement, because its the responsibilities God has placed before me at this time. Even if no one notices I do it all, because I know God is noticing.
Either I leave my day discouraged, because I failed miserably at my own expectations or I leave my day in awe of God's faithfulness to use a character like myself for His glory.
No matter the task given to us there is a choice given to us of whom we are going to serve and glorify in our day. Is it not so much simpler to work for one God rather then the hoards of people we think we should please perfectly?
Choose either to use yourself all by yourself and or let God use you all by Himself. Is there really a choice?
"If you and I are to be used in our sphere as D. L. Moody was used in his, we must put all that we have and all that we are in the hands of God, for Him to use as He will. "
R.A. Torrey
Disclaimer: Thoughts inspired by a sermon delivered by my brother several years ago. It stuck in my brain and never left, thanks big bro :)
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