This one’s for you, mom..
For all the times you changed my sheets…
For all the times you held my hair and wiped my face…
For all the times you cleaned my bathroom…
For all the times you washed my dishes…
This weekend we as a team are helping serve at a church retreat for Ukrainians who live in Eastern Ukraine. In an attempt to find stability, these members fled the area and haven’t seen each other in over a year.
So we’ve had the privilege of serving behind the scenes cooking meals, cleaning bathrooms, doing laundry, etc. etc.
And this morning as I was cleaning the bathroom, I was having one of those moments where I question everything that I signed up for.
So I was chattin’ with God about it…
“Lord, it’s a funny thing saying “yes” to You. Cleaning this NASTY shower is probably the last thing in the world I want to do right now. But here I am, elbow deep in water that smells like rotten eggs and soap that I’m pretty sure has chemicals that are banned the U.S.”
*I know, I know, I’m a terrible person for complaining about cleaning when these people have fled home. But I’m human and these are honest thoughts that I’m sharing with you…*
Man, I’m really good at complaining…
And He reminded me of my mother. All the countless times she chose to clean up after me, the true definition of servant leadership.
Moms are the epitome of the Bible verse that says you’ve got to die to yourself and pick up your cross daily. They spend the better part of 18 years chasing after someone else’s dreams, being their biggest cheerleaders, and are EXTREMELY under appreciated.
I emphasize the word “privilege” a few sentences up because my mind set is shifting. No, I still don’t like cleaning showers, but today my momma (who’s thousands of miles away and isn’t aware that I’m writing this blog about her) is teaching me lessons in servantship, abundant love, and a joyful attitude.
And as I was doing dishes, I laughed to myself at how if she were here to see how the dishwasher was loaded, we would both have a cow together because it was an absolute mess.
So mom, today I’m reminded of just how lucky I am to have you. Not for all the things that you’ve done for me, but for being such a beautiful example of how to count other’s needs above your own. You’re a true representation of being the hands and feet of Jesus.
I love you to the moon.
