Thursday, May 10, 2012

Joy

I love cooking for my family.

I love watching them enjoy the delicacies I've worked so hard to prepare. I don't consider it work, really; it's just something I've come to love - making others happy, especially those I love.


Of course, I have a wonderful family who make sure I know how much they appreciate my efforts, and a mother who habitually brags on me. :)


Yet, as I washed dishes today, I pondered: Would I enjoy it as much if my efforts went unacknowledged, unappreciated? Would my heart still sing if my efforts were belittled or even criticized by ungrateful people?



This is the ultimate test. Lord, help me. I fall short.


Yet, my heart is encouraged by this: Our Father always takes delight in our efforts, no matter how many others fail to notice. In fact, He takes pride not only in our successes, but even in our apparent failures, because at least we tried. We gave our all. And that's what counts. To Him, it's as if we had the most stunning victory. Because really, we did.

Isn't He awesome? :)

7 comments:

  1. This reminds me... I know I told you you don't need to bring anything, but I'm actually thinking we need you to bring some of your awesome schmawesome muffins when you come for the wedding... ;-P

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    1. LOL Why, certainly, my dear. :) What kind, and how many? Pumpkin? Raisin Bran? Lemon Poppyseed?

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  2. haha..no I'm kidding, lol :)

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    1. Wha....b-but I wasn't! LOL! Seriously, if you want me to bring some, I can and will!

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    2. lol...welll, if some muffins happen to find their way into your car I will certainly promise to help you eat them. ;)

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