Dear Pity-Party–You have selective vision. You’re not fun. And you’re dis-invited to the rest of my day.
I admit it. I was throwing a full-fledged celebration of how bad I felt this morning. I began by whining at 6:25 am. I woke up with a headache and (yet another) sore throat. I wanted so badly to turn over and go back to sleep…but I had to get the kids up for school and my husband had been up super early with a migraine, so I couldn’t ask him to pitch in. I woke the boys and made their breakfasts. As I began packing lunch-boxes, I grumbled this in my head: I wish someone would take care of me.
It was one of those moments when I had my eyes on…that’s right–me! When I re-focused and looked toward Jesus, that muttered complaint felt ridiculous and ungrateful. Because you wanna’ hear what I said just LAST night to a class of elementary-aged kids at church?
Jesus is our Good Shepherd. He is always taking care of us.
We talked about Psalm 23 and all of the ways that shepherds look out for their sheep, lovingly tending to their every need. We talked about how we can trust Jesus to watch over us in that same way.
Earlier this week, I also said to someone that sheep are not the brightest animals in the natural order. Cue finger pointing diiiiiirectly at my own quick-to-forget self!
Because, to be honest, this morning wasn’t the first time I’d thought that phrase that basically boils down to hey, what about ME? I would venture to guess (or, hope, maybe!) that I’m not the only mom to ever feel that way…our lives are, essentially, lives of service to others. I think this applies to anyone trying to live in ways that give to others, whether through family, church, or work connections—when we forget to refuel with the strength of the One who gave every bit of Himself to us, that service leaves us drained. Maybe resentful. Maybe whining for someone to look out for our interests.
I hope I can remember that Someone already looked out for me. And He looks out for me every single day of my life, giving me everything that I need. His mercy and His blessings absolutely overflow in my life…and that doesn’t change just because I have a headache.
So, today, I pray for the grace and strength to follow His example– not service with whining, but service with love. With gratitude that He gives so much to me.
He is our Good Shepherd…and He walks with us in every circumstance, every bad morning and in every good one. Whether the issue in your life is minor or a serious one, He knows what you need–and He will provide it.
For this topsy-turvy Thursday morning, I’d like to share those words of Psalm 23…
The Lord is my shepherd; I have all that I need. He lets me rest in green meadows; he leads me beside peaceful streams. He renews my strength. He guides me along right paths, bringing honor to his name. Even when I walk through the darkest valley, I will not be afraid, for you are close beside me. Your rod and your staff protect and comfort me. You prepare a feast for me in the presence of my enemies. You honor me by anointing my head with oil. My cup overflows with blessings. Surely your goodness and unfailing love will pursue me all the days of my life, and I will live in the house of the Lord forever! (NLT)