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? :)