The
phrase "living He loved me" kept rolling around in my head. Yes, He died, was buried, and rose again for my
redemption and eternal life, but He lived for 33 years prior to that.
Thirty-three years of living to show love to those around Him. Living in
a human body with weakness and limitation, subject to ridicule and
rejection (after all, in most eyes, He was the bastard boy of Mary). And
He did so by choice . . . . because He loved. He knew His purpose and
He glorified the Father by living out that purpose.
As
Abba Father reminded me of this in the morning hour during my walk, I
sensed Him speaking to my heart: "Eileen, I just want you to live. Live . . .
and love as I loved while on earth. I have given you My purpose--to
glorify Me by sharing Jesus's love with others."
That sharing of His love occurred when I stopped to engage the teens waiting at the street corner for the bus.
And
that sharing continued with Chuck as soon as I walked back in the door;
however on this morn, I addressed his needs with a greater strength and
sensitivity.
That
sharing progressed as I moved upstairs to interact with two-year-old
Rivers and five-year-old Gabe. With just enough attention given to
satisfy them and to release me to go back downstairs to my office and
begin my morning work day.
All
I could say in response was "Thank You, Abba! I can live and love
because You continue to show me how, by Your mercy, grace, and
strength."
2 comments:
I call this a quiet ministry. When God allows you to share Him with the world without a bunch of fanfare....just simply living a life that shows His light in you and through you, so that others can see Him, without being overwhelmed.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
What an encouraging response, Debbie! Yes, loving as we go with simple devotion to Christ that's reflected in all we do without being overwhelmed.
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