Last night, my
son helped Dad put up some Christmas lights.
When he was invited he was beside himself with joy and couldn’t get out
of the door fast enough. But just a few
minutes later he came back in with his tail between his legs. I asked him why and he was upset that “helping”
didn’t mean getting up on the roof. He
got over it and went back outside but not with the same amount of vigor as
before. It got me thinking.
Do I serve my Father with the exuberance that He deserves? Do I jump for joy at a chance to serve in whatever way He needs me to be there? I probably have my tail between my legs sometimes when I don’t get to serve the way “I” had in mind. What in us as children goes away when we get older? I wonder if it is the newness of life. Sometimes things are fun simply because it’s our first experience with them. If that’s the case, then next time I am called to serve and don’t feel excited, I am going to try to look at whatever it is in a new light. There IS something new about it, even if it’s just my new attitude while I’m doing it.
Do I serve my Father with the exuberance that He deserves? Do I jump for joy at a chance to serve in whatever way He needs me to be there? I probably have my tail between my legs sometimes when I don’t get to serve the way “I” had in mind. What in us as children goes away when we get older? I wonder if it is the newness of life. Sometimes things are fun simply because it’s our first experience with them. If that’s the case, then next time I am called to serve and don’t feel excited, I am going to try to look at whatever it is in a new light. There IS something new about it, even if it’s just my new attitude while I’m doing it.
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