We are tired tonight. Maybe my bones ache. It’s a good feeling somehow.
This morning we did a kids’ program in a neighborhood. 85ish people came. Our supplies dwindled. We tweaked as best we could. God is faithful.
Could I please bring 1 or 10 of these sweet, brown faces home with us?
This afternoon we worked at the church. We scrubbed paint off the floor. And my thoughts were…I.Am.On.My.Hands.And.Knees.Scrubbing.
How is this worship?
Then Stephen’s quiet voice interrupts…”Can I bring y’all some ice water?”
Yes. Scrubbing floors can be worship. And bringing ice water. And holding little hands. And Jesus, aren’t You the one Who washed feet? Am I better than that?
Love gives and gives and says I’ll do whatever is needed. Because that’s what He did.
“And the LORD will guide you continually and satisfy your desire in scorched places and make your bones strong; and you shall be like a watered garden, like a spring of water, whose waters do not fail.” (Isaiah 58:11)