Servant

Being a mom sometimes feels like being a servant. I am constantly cleaning up messes, fixing meals, and making sure that everyone is healthy, happy, fed, and rested. If I was sick, the whole house would fall apart! At least it seems that way because a servant’s life is performance-based. The definition of servant is a person who performs duties for others; a person employed in a house on domestic duties or as a personal attendant. I always thought that we were servants of the Lord. My performance for the Lord as His servant would be a failure. I would ultimately get sick and things would fall apart. The good news is He is the servant, not us. He died on the cross for us, He dwells in us, and our performance doesn’t matter because He has finished the work for us. Christ has done the work in our hearts, He has given us the Holy Spirit, and He has paid the price for our sins. It is finished. What good news to us! We don’t have to depend on our performance to be righteous in God’s presence.


If we ever hear the words from God, “Well done good and faithful servant,” He isn’t talking to us. God is talking to Christ who He sees in us. Remember, we are clothed in Christ, marked with His blood, our sins are covered in Him, and we are made in His image. Christ is standing before God in our place. He is the servant God is talking to because His performance was perfect. His performance pleases God. Christ is the Mighty Servant through whom we are able to gaze on the face of God and hear sweet words of adoration from our Father. Blessed are those in Christ.

A Praying Life...and then there's mine

Loving this Friday morning! Annabelle is taking her morning nap and I have some rare time to write!

Yesterday I had a migraine. I tend to get them with nausea and sensitivity to light and they always last for 8 hours or more despite medicine.  It messes with my vision right before the pain sets in, so I have about 30 minutes to prepare.  I got things "ready" for my incapacitation: Laundry done, baby fed, dinner ready. I called the babysitter, she showed up minutes later, I handed her a schedule and the baby and got in bed.  I prayed out loud (probably scared the sitter) that the Lord would heal my pain fast and then I fell asleep for an hour.  When I woke up, my migraine was gone. Praise the Lord!

I've been reading A Praying Life by Paul E. Miller.  Great book if you are like me and are allergic to praying out loud. It makes me SOOOO uncomfortable, even to the point where if someone asks me to pray out loud in a group, my husband jumps in and prays instead. He is a good man! Taking the bullet for me. Praying out loud shouldn't be like getting shot and it isn't about me or how I sound. Hence why this book is so helpful. :)

I need Jesus, what else can I say! I hope He uses me as a prayer warrior for all the folks out there that need healing, answers, and comfort from the Lord (I need it daily!!). Give grace to me as I stumble through my words, messy and undone, childlike and awkward. To Jesus, maybe it sounds just right.

Playtime

 

Cute as a button

 Annabelle and Jasmine