This past week my wife was gone for a few days at a conference and my daughter spent the week with her grandparents. What that meant was that I was at the house alone with a great deal of time on my hands. There were lots of ways I could have come up with to fill that time. I strongly considered video games, and maybe even working on some creative endeavors of my own. But that’s not what I did.
Instead, I spent the days I was completely alone painting and redecorating our house. I painted the kitchen, living room, and hall. I also redecorated our bedroom with a new comforter, pillows, curtains, and art. And while the job wasn’t quite perfect, it was much needed and a big surprise for my wife. But the point was that it was Valentines Day, and I wanted to do something over-the-top this year to let her know that I loved her.
Because of all the things that had happened this past week, I kind of got to separate myself from my normal life. But yesterday was Wednesday, a big night for a youth pastor, and I was back to all the things I normally do. The whole day hadn’t felt like a Wednesday (Wednesday may not have a “feel” for you, but it sure does for me when that’s the biggest day of my week). I didn’t feel psyched up for our OASIS service like I normally do. After it was over, I knew that it had been a good service, but I still felt like the whole night just took me by surprise. As I was drifting off to sleep, I simply prayed that all that I had done that past day would be an offering to God, that somehow in my stumbling around and not feeling quite prepared that somewhere in there something I did meant something to Him. Just as my paint job, as imperfect as it was, let my wife know I loved her, I wanted that day to be the same thing. And I think it was.
And I prayed that same thing this morning, and I hope that every day is an act of sacrificial love to the God who made the ultimate sacrifice to show His love to me.
Instead, I spent the days I was completely alone painting and redecorating our house. I painted the kitchen, living room, and hall. I also redecorated our bedroom with a new comforter, pillows, curtains, and art. And while the job wasn’t quite perfect, it was much needed and a big surprise for my wife. But the point was that it was Valentines Day, and I wanted to do something over-the-top this year to let her know that I loved her.
Because of all the things that had happened this past week, I kind of got to separate myself from my normal life. But yesterday was Wednesday, a big night for a youth pastor, and I was back to all the things I normally do. The whole day hadn’t felt like a Wednesday (Wednesday may not have a “feel” for you, but it sure does for me when that’s the biggest day of my week). I didn’t feel psyched up for our OASIS service like I normally do. After it was over, I knew that it had been a good service, but I still felt like the whole night just took me by surprise. As I was drifting off to sleep, I simply prayed that all that I had done that past day would be an offering to God, that somehow in my stumbling around and not feeling quite prepared that somewhere in there something I did meant something to Him. Just as my paint job, as imperfect as it was, let my wife know I loved her, I wanted that day to be the same thing. And I think it was.
And I prayed that same thing this morning, and I hope that every day is an act of sacrificial love to the God who made the ultimate sacrifice to show His love to me.
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