Sometimes the life of caring for a husband and little ones leaves me feeling drained. I was beginning to grumble to myself the other day as the never ending to-do list became longer and the constant demands kept coming. I started to think about all that I had done and the fact that most of it would be undone by tomorrow. A passage of Scripture came to my mind though:
"If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing. Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends."
It made me think about what kind of attitude I have at home while doing all of these tasks. Am I doing it in love or just worrying about how many items get checked off. Does my family see me demonstrate love or am I just a clanging cymbal? Do they see a loving wife and mother or just an impatient person not wanting anything to interfere with my goals for the day? If I want to please the Lord, I must show love in everything I do. God is love and He gave His only Son. If I want to be like Him, I can't tire of giving.
