I received the best compliment at church a couple of weeks ago. While visiting with a friend, she told me that she believed I had such a servant’s heart and was sharing with her mother why she thought that. I was so incredibly flattered. If I am on a mission to share the love of Jesus, then a servant’s heart is exactly what I want people to think I have. I rejoiced that my mission was accomplished, and thanked the Lord for affirmation that I was growing to be more like Jesus.
I really do love to serve. I always like to go where the greatest need is. I am happiest floating from one place to the next to fill the crisis spot for the day. I also just want to tell the Lord “yes” any time He presents a way to serve in front of me.
So here I am now, affirmation from a friend that I have a servant’s heart, writing a blog and following Jesus. My life is right where God wants me to be. As one of my friends put it “I felt like I had ‘arrived!'” I think I forgot in that process what humility is. And that pesky character trait, or I guess the lack thereof, is one that always seems to rear its head right when I think I have it all together. It’s funny, when pride enters, humility always takes a quick exit.
Anyway, back to my lesson of humility and my complete failure as a servant. Do you find that serving your family is way more difficult than serving others? Our spouses, children and those closest to us should be the ones to witness our service and love the most, but often times they are the ones that see those things the least.
Since I started working from home, my service to my family is to take care of our home. I clean, do dishes, laundry, and scrub toilets; you get the idea. I love serving. I am trying to teach my kids those basic duties also, but I took on the bulk of that responsibility. Besides, I like things cleaned my way, anyone else? I don’t mind telling the kids to pick up after themselves, because they are learning. But my husband, should I have to pick up after him? He is a grown up after all. I know his mom taught him how to clean and pick up after himself; I have heard the stories. Yet, his shoes can’t seem to make it in the closet. His coat can’t seem to get hung up. His keys, wallet, and other random things can’t quite make it into the designated basket. If you can’t tell, he does not suffer from OCD like his wife.
But did you pick up on my attitude? In my frustration, I got so angry that he didn’t have the common decency to pick up after himself knowing how important a tidy home is to me. Why couldn’t he show me that he loves me by putting his things away? Me, me, me, me!!! No attitude of service here, just plain selfishness. Instead of focusing on how hard he works and how tired he is at the end of the day, I checked my servants heart at the door and put on my cloak of selfishness.
Could he pick up after himself and help more? It doesn’t matter. The Lord can focus and correct the things that need correcting in him. That is not my job, and really, is putting shoes away an eternity issue? Nope. What is an issue is my heart and my attitude. If I really want to have a servant’s heart, then I had better stop worrying about my husband and start focusing a whole lot more on me.