I’m reading Mr. Tripp again. Thinking on what motivates me to accomplish work in life. What compels me to act, and to do?
Often, I am motivated to complete tasks by the feeling of satisfaction I know I will have when they are done.
This satisfaction, I think, is good and right. It is good to take pleasure in the work of our hands, as the book of Ecclesiastes says. That enjoyment from our work is a gift of God.
But sometimes (like today and many other days) I am not motivated by that force. I remember that the chores are never-ending, and that the children require so much attention that I have to fight to get the chores done. And I can’t keep anything in order anyway, so it doesn’t really seem to matter if I try or not.
I guess this isn’t the best mindset.
It’s times like these that I need a better focus. A bigger lens, to see beyond the boring chores that seem so pointless. A reminder that I am not defined by my vocation, and my life isn’t valued based on how many pairs of tiny pants and socks I fold today.
Mr. Tripp reminded me from Scripture:
“For Christ’s love compels us, because we are convinced that One died for all, and therefore all died. And He died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for Him who died for them and was raised again.” (2 Corinthians 5:14-15)
Because Jesus loves me, my life has meaning.
Because He died for me, that means my life has been bought with a price – a higher price than any gold, silver, oil or other commodity. God purchased me with the most precious commodity in the universe: the blood of Jesus. Jesus poured it all out for me. He called me and saved me. And He has declared me His own. So I should no longer live for myself, but I should be thankful that I can live my life for Christ now. Whatever works He has for me today are works that He prepared for me beforehand. (Ephesians 2)
Lord, please help me to find joy in dying to myself and living for you, and to have joy in knowing that when I take care of my family and home, I am serving you. You said that when we serve the weak, we are serving you. My children are weak. They are small and helpless and can’t even make a meal for themselves. Abby would crawl around in a poopy diaper all day if I wasn’t here to serve her. Asher would probably eat soap and cookies and rub lotion all over the walls. Please help me love to do ALL the things that caring for a family entails, and not to wish I was somewhere else. Please change my heart, Lord.
I am so glad God hears all our prayers. And I am so glad he is eager to help us.
“The LORD is on my side as my helper.” (Psalm 118:7)