Convicted by a two year old.
A little history:
Since Brookelynn was a baby
and until this day
when I want the kids to stand up in the bathtub
so I can wash their little tooshies
I sing the first few lines of the hymn
Stand Up, Stand Up for Jesus.
Early this week
I was busy doing...something.
Who knows what really.
I was just "busy."
The little boys were eating breakfast.
Jobie kept saying: Mommy!
I recall that now in the back of my mind.
But at the time it didn't register.
Then he said: Stand up for Jesus!
Without looking up I said: What?
He said: Stand up for Jesus!
Me (very frustrated): Jobie, why are you saying that?
Jobie: STAND UP FOR JESUS!
At which point I realized he was just asking for help.
Wanting me to pour more cereal for him.
And...I was convicted.
I always get so irritated
when the kids ask me for help with something.
What I'm doing is surely more important!
But that is so very wrong.
They are my kids.
I am their mom.
My job is to care for them.
And most importantly
be an example of Christ to them.
So, this week, when my kids have called for me.
Before I reply,
I remind myself:
Stand up for Jesus!
Mark 9:36 & 37
He took a little child and had him stand among them.
Taking him in his arms, he said to them,
"Whoever welcomes one of these little children
in my name welcomes me;
and whoever welcomes me does not welcome me
but the one who sent me."
Each week Beki at therustedchain hosts Fingerprint Friday and uses a song by Steven Curtis Chapman as a springboard. Join in. It's a great way to be reminded of God's presence.
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