Are table manners important? I don’t know. Is keeping up on the laundry important? I don’t know that either. Is loving radically for all I’m worth, just letting go and flinging my pride on the fire and loving like I am trying to imitate my Lord and Saviour in the way He loves me?
Such silly questions.
How do I look, is my closet messy, does anyone respect me?
Does it matter?
Some things matter. That which gives greater glory to God, matters.
It’s my hope that others look at my life, and the lives of my sisters and brothers in Christ and think to themselves…I want some small portion of what it is that they have. WHAT ROCKS THEIR BOAT? To what tune do they sway? What do they have and what is it that they strive toward?
I want, in some small way to reflect Him. He is love. And He holds the key to the joy I know in that love.
I want those who know me to know a little of Him. I want those who meet me to meet something of Him.
I pray daily to this end.
And so. I am given a life. In which I am required to fulfill, to the best of my ability, whatever challenges are placed before me. It would appear to so many to be so mundane. Falling in love. Raising children. Keeping a home. Growing flowers. Going to church. Having friendships. Praying. Praying. Praying. So simple. So difficult.
So passionate about such little things.
What we do doesn’t really matter all that much, I think. How we do it matters greatly. So much time and energy is spent choosing what we will do. The choices are endless. But the how is the way our choices glorify Him. Now and Forever.