Washing dishes has become a way that I serve the Lord. There are 3 lovely Albanian ladies that feed us everyday; Flora, Afridita, and Dousha. I love them. The first day we got here I was able to help them by washing dishes and sweeping. I hate dishes. Pretty sure my mom and dad are freaking out about me even saying I did this right now. Don't be too surprised though dad cause I made a huge mess and water went everywhere… But I did it and they were gracious and kissed my cheeks and said it was "no problem". I got a second opportunity to help with dishes and I gladly jumped at the chance and I loved it. Plus I didn't make a mess this time and I was getting more comfortable with the super low ceiling above the sink. Yesterday I had the opportunity to do the dishes again and this time I was a pro. No mess, and I washed them at Albanian speed.
In Romans 12 it talks about being a living sacrifice for God. Verse 13 says to, "Always be eager to practice hospitality."
Hospitality stresses me out. It's the "wifey" skill that has always scared me. Those that know me know that the whole getting married thing is already a pretty big deal for me. It's an insecurity that I'm leaning into the Lord about though recently. ANYWAYS.
This morning I did the dishes again. Tiffany came in and got some coffee and she was talking to Flora who was having pain in her ankles. Tiffany started praying over her because Tiffany is a really awesome squadmate that is filled with the Holy Spirit and I adore her and she was bold enough to do so. I prayed with her but continued doing the dishes. Shortly after that Afridita asked for prayer over her children.
In the middle of TIffany praying and me doing the dishes I froze and remembered the story of Mary and Martha. Martha continues to work in the kitchen while Mary is sitting at the feet of her savior listening to him speak. This whole time I had thought I was doing the Lord's work and honoring him by serving my squad, which maybe it is a blessing for them, but either way I was missing the bigger picture in that moment. I was getting it wrong.
That' not fair though. If everyone was a Mary then nothing would get done. There has to be Martha's who work hard and do the work of the Lord. Don't get me wrong, if Jesus was in the flesh I would have been at his feet! Promise. But I have learned that a balance is important to ministry. All parts working together for one body. <3
