“So Jacob worked seven years for Rachel, and they seemed like only a few days to him because of his love for her.”
I feel like this day is taking forever. Dramatic? Perhaps. Warranted? You bet. Let me give you a quick recap of my day: If God were in the business of forsaking things He would have started with the hour I woke up this morning. Not only did I wake up before the roosters; I awoke to the face of my brother shouting inquiries about where my Mom was. (Sadly enough for her she was up and out even earlier than I! God bless her soul.) My brother began drilling me about school projects, cat food and dinner before my eyes were even open and registering that it indeed was a new day.
My sister shrieked when I woke her up. Not the average shriek, this was your pre-teen-not-in-the-mood-for-you shriek. It was piercing. I believe it may have actually done damage to my inner ear – you know, the cochlea, ossicles and auditory nerve that we need so desperately? Those very things met their demise this morning when they met the shriek of an 11 year old.
Then there were the giblets. Oh my. This chicken moment of the morning was enough to send me into early homemaker retirement. Yesterday my Mom thought it would be nice if I made my siblings a delicious chicken dinner while I am manning the house. I had no idea that chickens: a) were so slimy b) can be stood up and danced around in a funny manner c) have their inner body parts still inside of them when they are wrapped up and sold in the supermarket. Now, honestly, what genius thought this was a good idea? If people can take the time to wrap the things in blue and yellow plastic, slap a price sticker on them and stock ‘em – surely we can find someone who will remove the inner parts that way none of us ever have to touch such a thing in our lives.
The cat almost got her claws on the giblets. Sad but true. The fact that she still even has claws is a whole other debate but she was meowing for a piece of chicken liver and let me tell you – twice I thought my entire dinner was going to be sitting in her dish. She was ready to pounce. I feared for my life by this point.
I don’t recommend washing a red chenille bathrobe with black pants you would like to wear today. This was lesson number 3,000 of my day. As a matter of fact I cannot be sure I will ever be able to wear these black pants again. They are no longer black. If anyone is in the market for a matching red bathrobe/pants set, let me know. I’ve got just the one for you.
This was also around the time the phone calls began. Thousands. Maybe even millions. I had no idea one could use so many words in one day. I think I may be tapped out for at least the next two weeks.
Salmonella also made her debut around this time. Overcome with the feeling that I was for sure in the beginning of some kind of crazy inner-chicken bacteria sickness (although no symptoms had appeared) got the cleaning part of my day in high gear.
This house and just about everything in it – not including the cat and dog- have been in the last few hours sprayed with every bacteria killer known to man. Taking no chances! The way this day has been salmonella would not be a surprise. Hence the spray bottles and rubber gloves.
Romans 12:1-2 tells us to, “Take [our] everyday, ordinary life—[our] sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering.” I pray that the events of our day – however boring, entertaining, annoying or thrilling they may be - we willingly present to Christ as an offering. I don’t just want a life in ministry offered to Christ, although separate that is great and wonderful. I want a life offered to Christ. Every aspect. Every area. The before- the- rooster -crows -mornings, the ear piercing shrieks, the giblets, the red bathrobe sagas, every ounce of my every day to be placed before the feet of Christ. As a labor of love for His name sake, I pray that we can live our lives out to the fullest; taking every moment to glorify Him more.
I have been stunned to the core by a simple verse in Genesis 29. Verse 20 of this chapter tells us that, “Jacob worked seven years for Rachel, and they seemed like only a few days to him because of his love for her.” I want to love Christ like this. That every day I set out to work, whether it be in an office with Donald Trump or in my home among laundry and crock pots, the hours fly by because of my deep love for Jesus. I would like to say to my Christ on the day I meet Him, “All of that hard work seemed like nothing more than a breath leading to this moment because of my absolute love for You.”
Today I challenge you to love your Maker deeply. He wants to be seen in every area of your life. And yes, that includes the salmonella scares and all!