We weren’t married very long. He really wanted gravy on his mashed potatoes. I really wanted to please him. So, I attempted it. For the first time. With sausage. Turkey sausage. Yeah. Wallpaper paste would likely taste better! I know school glue did – it, at least, tasted like wintergreen. 😉
Yesterday was, in many ways, just like that gravy. I had tasks to attend to, work to complete and it’s all good work.
But, having just come from being a part of a group of people who were giving every single bit of themselves for a common cause – going without sleep, food and even bathroom breaks. It wasn’t easy – is anything of value ever easy? – but it wasn’t a burden, a sacrifice or even a drain. Our physical bodies were tired, but our spirits were infused with the power of the Lord and the desire to exalt Him in all things. Words were spoken with care and love – whether to those that were known or stranger. No one wanted credit for what they did – it was all for something greater than self. It was for the Kingdom.
The kingdom of heaven is like a treasure hidden in the field, which a man found and hid again; and from joy over it he goes and sells all that he has and buys that field.
In light of this, everything else seems rather flavorless.