Loving God in the little things

Wash, dry, fold, put away, repeat

There are weeks for me when writing doesn’t take center stage. In fact, it’s hard to even find the stage under the piles of laundry, dirty dishes and a myriad other responsibilities crowding in on my attention.

So, now that it’s Thursday, in the midst of a million other things I could and should be doing, I’m jumping on the blog because maybe your week has been much like mine.

The other day as I was folding a load of laundry that had been sitting in a basket for an undisclosed amount of days (sound familiar??), God gave me a dash of encouragement. Doing the little things God has given me is a way I can show love to Him. Sure, I’m folding laundry and picking up toys and loading and reloading the dishwasher again because that’s just what needs to be done for my family and my sanity. But, I’m also loving God in the midst of it. He gave me the most wonderful husband and blessed us with two amazing kids, and our home and ministries and a host of opportunities to serve God and love people. When I take care of what He has given me and work hard for His Kingdom, even the small ways, I am pleasing my Heavenly Father. He notices and cares about what others may take for granted.

Whatever work you do, do it with all your heart. Do it for the Lord and not for men.
– Colossians 3:23

Some days may seem more overloaded than others. Life’s responsibilities can be exhausting, frustrating and sometimes monotonous. Often our proverbial plates are stacked so high we can’t see around it for perspective.

Take a moment and be thankful. God gives much to those He believes are capable.

He believes in you, and me.

Let’s honor Him today with our effort.

Hand in hand

Lauren and I walk hand in hand.

Lauren and I walk hand in hand.

Turning to come back down the lane, the phone I was using to track my walk buzzed. I could roughly see the outline of my husband and daughter in the distance, and I knew the reason for the phone call. I had a little girl desperate to join me.

Sure enough, Lauren came running to meet me as I neared the house, her smile as wide as her outstretched arms. She quick grabbed my hand, and we kept walking back up the lane.

Our pace was much slower than my first lap. Not as many calories were burned.

But, I held my daughter’s hand for another 20 minutes. We talked and laughed and even chased the dogs for a while. It was just us girls.

We’ve walked together in the early mornings twice this week.

Rather than being frustrated my exercise plans have been hijacked, I am grateful for the time with my daughter. She is so thrilled to be with me, walking by my side. Her constant chatter is worth cherishing, and her little hand grasping mine a treasure.

A faster pace will come in time. My little girl’s hand, and heart, needs to be held now.